The Hollowed Veil
Lila found the door on a Tuesday, tucked behind a stack of moth-eaten quilts in her grandmother’s attic. The air smelled of dust and old cedar, the kind that clung to your skin and lingered in your lungs. She’d been…
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The Hollow Veil
Mara’s fingers brushed the damp stone as she pressed herself against the lighthouse wall, her breath fogging in the cold air. The storm had died hours ago, leaving only the creak of the rusted lantern and the distant crash of…