
The Hollow Shore
Mara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of the harbor. The salt air stung her nose, sharp and familiar, like the scent of her father’s old coat. She hadn’t set foot in Ironclad Bay…
Mara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of the harbor. The salt air stung her nose, sharp and familiar, like the scent of her father’s old coat. She hadn’t set foot in Ironclad Bay…
The air in the sublevel chamber tasted metallic, like rusted wires and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she pressed a palm against the glass wall of the containment unit. Inside, the thing pulsed—slow, rhythmic,…
Clara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel as the wind tugged at her coat. The town of Black Hollow sat like a wound in the earth, its buildings hunched against the cold. She hadn’t set foot here…
Dr. Elara Voss pressed her palm to the glass, feeling a hum beneath her skin. The chamber’s cold air bit through her lab coat, but the vibration in the floorboards kept her rooted. Inside the containment unit, the artifact pulsed—a…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the gloves on her hands, the latex creaking like dry skin. The chamber hummed, a low vibration that thrummed in her molars. Outside the reinforced glass, the desert stretched in all directions—endless dunes of ochre and…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the spectrometer, her gloved fingers brushing the cold metal surface. The lab hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a sound so constant it had faded into the background of her thoughts. She glanced at the…
The rain fell in sheets as Clara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots sinking into the mud of Cedar Hollow’s main road. The town had not changed—a patchwork of sagging porches, rusted fences, and the acrid tang of…