The Hollowing
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…
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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…
The Last Lightkeeper
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 Hollow Beneath
The air smelled like rust and wet stone when Lila first saw the hole. It yawned in the earth behind the abandoned mine, a jagged mouth swallowing the late afternoon light. She crouched, fingers brushing the damp soil, and wondered…
The Hollow Veil
The first time Lila saw the town, it felt like a painting frozen in time—too still, too perfect. The air smelled of damp earth and distant woodsmoke, and the narrow streets seemed to hush as she walked them. She didn’t…
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 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 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 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 Hollow Veil
The attic reeked of dust and old secrets. Lena’s boots scuffed the floorboards as she crouched, her fingers brushing the edge of a hidden panel. The air was thick, stagnant, as if the house itself held its breath. She’d found…
The Hollowing
The first time Maya heard the whisper, she was scrubbing the kitchen floor, her fingers raw from the abrasive cleaner. The sound slithered through the house like a snake in the grass—soft, deliberate, and wrong. She froze, the sponge dangling…
The Hollow Veil
The wind howled through the skeletal trees as Lira pressed her palm against the moss-covered stone, feeling the faint hum of something ancient beneath her fingers. The air reeked of damp earth and decay, a scent that clung to her…
The Hollow Veil
The salt-kissed air of Marrow’s End clung to Elara’s skin as she trudged down the cobbled path, her boots crunching gravel like bones. The town’s fog-veiled silhouette stretched ahead, its crooked houses hunched like old women murmuring secrets. She hadn’t…
The Hollow Tide
Jordan found the journal beneath the floorboard of their father’s study, its leather cover cracked like dried mud. The air smelled of mildew and old paper, the kind that clung to your fingers. They didn’t remember the study having a…
The Keeper’s Silence
The lighthouse stood like a skeletal finger against the storm-churned sea, its white paint peeling in strips that fluttered in the wind. Mira tightened her grip on the rusted railing, her boots squelching in the mud as she climbed the…