Mara stepped off the rusted ferry, her boots crunching on gravel as the salt-kissed wind tugged at her coat. The town of Black Hollow stretched before her, a cluster of weathered cottages clinging to the cliffs like barnacles. Ten years…
The salt-kissed air bit at Elara’s cheeks as she climbed the lighthouse stairs, her boots echoing against the rusted metal. The storm had blown itself out hours ago, leaving the coast in a brittle stillness. She’d come to clear out…
The salt air stung Lila’s cheeks as she climbed the rusted iron stairs of the lighthouse, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the hollow tower. The wind howled through the cracks in the stone, carrying the scent of brine…
The air tasted of salt and possibility when Clara first saw him. He stood at the edge of the dock, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hands braced on the weathered wood as if steadying himself against something unseen. The sun…
The salt-kissed wind howled through the skeletal remains of the town as Mara stepped off the rusted ferry, her boots crunching over gravel that had once been a street. The lighthouse stood ahead, its white tower leaning like a drunkard,…
Mara’s boots crunched over gravel as she approached the lighthouse, its jagged silhouette cutting into the bruised sky. The air reeked of salt and decay, a scent that clung to her like a memory she couldn’t name. Three years had…
Mara pulled her coat tighter as the wind shrieked through the pines, biting at her exposed skin. The lighthouse stood ahead, its beam slicing the night like a blade. She hadn’t set foot in Hollow’s End since the summer her…
Clara’s boots crunched over gravel as she pulled her coat tighter, the wind slicing through the collar. The lighthouse stood at the edge of the world, its white paint peeling like sunburned skin. She hadn’t spoken to her aunt since…
The first time Clara saw the lighthouse, it was shrouded in fog, its white tower bleeding into the gray sky like a ghost. She stood at the edge of the dock, her boots soaked from the tide, and felt the…
Mara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of Hollow’s End. The air reeked of salt and decay, a sharp contrast to the sterile hospital corridors she’d left behind. Her mother’s voice echoed in her…
The salt-kissed air tasted like memory as Clara tightened the straps of her backpack, her boots crunching over gravel that scattered like shattered glass beneath the late afternoon sun. The lighthouse stood sentinel at the cliff’s edge, its white paint…
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…
The first time she saw him, the sea was a bruise of gray, and the lighthouse beam cut through the storm like a blade. Mara stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the mud as wind…
The first time she saw him again, the sea was a blade of glass beneath the sun. Mira stood at the edge of the dock, her boots sinking into the wet wood as the wind tugged at her coat. The…
The first time Clara saw the lighthouse, it was veiled in mist, its white stone silhouette blurred against the gray sky. She stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the damp earth, as waves clawed at…