The air tasted like iron by the time Elara reached the edge of the woods. Her boots crunched over frostbitten leaves, each step a reminder of the silence that clung to Larkspur like a shroud. The town’s gas lamps flickered…
The salt-kissed air stank of brine and decay as Elara pressed her palms against the rusted gate, its chains groaning like wounded beasts. The lighthouse loomed ahead, its skeletal silhouette etched against the bruised sky. She’d heard the stories—how the…
Mara’s boots sank into the wet sand as she trudged past the rusted gates of the abandoned pier. The air reeked of brine and decay, a scent that clung to her like a second skin. She hadn’t meant to come…
The first time Lila heard the voice, she was knee-deep in the tide, her toes curling against the cold grip of the ocean. The water clawed at her legs, a relentless rhythm that matched the pulse in her ears. She’d…
The air in Blackmoor tasted like rust and old secrets. Lila pressed her palm against the cold iron gate, feeling the tremor of the clock tower’s chime vibrate through her bones. It was midnight, and the town had gone quiet—too…
The air tasted like ozone and pine when Lila found the first body. She’d been following the trail for hours, her boots crunching through brittle leaves as the sun dipped low over the jagged peaks. The forest had always felt…
The first time Lira saw the cracks, she thought they were shadows. But when the wind howled through the trees and the sky split open like a wound, she knew something was wrong. The air tasted of iron, and the…
The air tasted like iron by the time Mara reached the edge of the woods. She paused, her boots crunching over frost-bitten leaves, and glanced back at the town behind her—its crooked rooftops glowing faintly in the predawn dark. The…
The salt air clung to Lila’s skin as she dragged her suitcase across the dock, its wheels screeching against the weathered wood. The town of Marrow’s End stretched before her—weathered shingles, fog-draped piers, and a lighthouse that loomed like a…
Mira found the journal in her father’s study, buried beneath a pile of yellowed newspapers. The leather cover was cracked, its spine warped by time, but the brass clasp still held. She pried it open, fingers brushing dust from the…
Mara’s boots crunched over gravel as she approached the lighthouse, its white tower looming like a sentinel against the storm-churned sky. The wind howled through the cracks in the stone wall, carrying the briny tang of salt and something older—something…
Maya’s boots crunched over gravel as she stepped into the town square, the air thick with the scent of salt and decay. The harbor lay still, its surface a mirror to the bruised sky, and the wind carried the distant…
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…
Mara’s boots crunched over gravel as she approached the edge of the woods, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The town of Blackmoor had always felt like a place caught between seasons, its streets lined…
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,…