Ashes of the Unspoken
The first time Eleanor saw the redcoats, it was not the muskets she remembered, but the smell of burnt oak in the air. The fire had died hours before, leaving only a brittle hush over the village square. She knelt…
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Salt and Sky
Clara’s days began with the scent of salt and the crash of waves against the rocks. She stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the damp earth as she adjusted the lantern’s wick. The lighthouse had…
The Hollowed Hour
The salt air clung to Mara’s skin as she climbed the lighthouse stairs, each step a creak of memory. The beam swept across the darkened shore, painting the rocks in silver streaks. She hadn’t meant to come here, not after…
The Last Light of Summer
Clara stepped off the creaking ferry onto the dock, her boots sinking into the wet wood as the salt-laden breeze tugged at her sleeves. The town of Marrow’s End stretched before her, a cluster of weathered cottages huddled against the…
The Hollow Veil
The air smelled like rust and wet earth when Lila found the journal. She’d been digging through the attic of her grandmother’s house, searching for old photos, when her fingers brushed against the leather cover. It was cracked, the edges…
The Hollow Veil
Mara’s boots crunched over frost-brittle twigs as she followed the narrow path, her breath a pale cloud in the predawn air. The forest around her was a cathedral of shadow and silence, branches skeletal against the indigo sky. She hadn’t…
The Last Light of Summer
Clara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel as the salt-kissed wind tugged at her coat. The town of Marrow’s End was smaller than she’d remembered, its crooked buildings huddled against the sea like old friends sharing secrets.…
The Last Lightkeeper
Mara’s boots crunched over gravel as she climbed the hill, the wind tugging at her jacket like a desperate hand. The lighthouse stood ahead, its white stone weathered to a dull gray, the glass of its dome shattered in places.…
The Tide’s Whisper
The salt-kissed air bit at Clara’s cheeks as she trudged through the tide-puddled dock, her boots squelching with each step. The journal had been hidden beneath a loose plank, its leather cover cracked and brittle. She pried it free, fingers…
The Hollowing
The salt air bit Mara’s cheeks as she traced the cracked spine of the journal, its leather cover damp from the fog that clung to the cliffs like a secret. The lighthouse beam swept across the darkening sea, casting jagged…
The Last Light of Summer
Clara’s fingers trembled as she adjusted the violin’s chin rest, the wood still warm from her grip. The afternoon sun slanted through the bookstore’s dusty windows, casting long shadows over the shelves. She had never liked playing in front of…
The Last Light of Summer
The air smelled like pine resin and forgotten promises when she arrived. Clara’s boots crunched over gravel as she stepped off the bus, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The town of Blackthorn was smaller than she’d imagined, its…
The Hollowing
The salt air tasted like iron as Lira pulled her coat tighter, her boots crunching over gravel that had once been a path. The lighthouse stood like a broken tooth against the storm-heavy sky, its beam flickering weakly through the…
The Weight of Ashes
The air reeked of saltwater and smoke as Clara Bennett stepped off the creaking boat, her boots sinking into the mud of San Francisco’s dock. The year was 1849, and the town was a fever dream of tents, wagons, and…
The Hollowing
The first time Lila saw the symbol, it was etched into the bark of an oak behind her grandmother’s house, half-buried in moss and rot. She traced the jagged lines with her thumb, feeling the grooves sink into her skin…