Whispers in the Pines
The morning air bit through Clara’s coat as she stepped off the bus, her boots crunching gravel. The town of Black Hollow stretched before her, its skeletal trees clawing at a bruised sky. She hadn’t set foot here in seventeen…
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Whispers in the Pines
The morning air smelled of pine resin and damp earth as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Black Hollow lay sprawled below, its rooftops bleached by sun and time. She hadn’t returned…