The Hollow Veil
Lila’s fingers brushed the dusty spine of the journal as the attic light flickered, casting jagged shadows across the rafters. The air smelled of mildew and forgotten things, a scent that clung to her skin like a second layer. She’d…
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The Forgotten Vault
Maya’s fingers brushed against the brittle edge of the journal as she pulled it from the attic box, its leather cover cracked like old skin. The air reeked of dust and mildew, but beneath that, something sharper—a metallic tang she…