The Lattice
The air in the sublevel hummed with a frequency that made Lena’s teeth vibrate. She adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking like a dry hinge, and stared at the grid of glass tubes lining the chamber. Each contained a human…
Suspense
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The Hollowing
The air in the sublevel lab tasted metallic, like rusted pipes and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the visor of her suit. The device before her pulsed faintly, a black obelisk no taller than a…
Ashes of the Unspoken
Clara Whitaker knelt in the dirt, her fingers digging into the soil as if she could unearth answers buried beneath the earth. The morning air smelled of smoke and damp clay, a reminder of the fire that had consumed the…
The Hollow Veil
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…
Whispers in the Pines
The first snow fell on the morning Mara returned to Blackwood, dusting the pine needles and frost-bitten branches with a brittle white sheen. She hadn’t set foot in the town since her brother’s disappearance ten years ago, but the letter—sealed…
Whispers in the Shadows
Clara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel as the wind tugged at her coat. The town of Black Hollow sat like a wound in the earth, its buildings hunched against the cold. She hadn’t set foot here…
The Last Light of Summer
The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. I’d never been up here before, not really. Mom’s voice echoed in my head—”You’ll find what you need when you’re ready.” But I wasn’t ready. Not for this. The boards groaned beneath…
Whispers in the Pines
The rain tapped the window like a stranger knocking for entry. Mara pulled her coat tighter, fingers brushing the cold glass. The town of Black Hollow had always felt like a place between worlds, its pines thick with secrets and…
The Hollow Veil
The *Odyssey* hung in the void like a rusted eye, its hull scarred by decades of neglect. Captain Mara Voss tightened her grip on the control panel, her knuckles pale against the cold metal. The distress signal had been weak—static-laced,…
The Last Light
Mara’s boots crunched over frozen gravel as she pulled her jacket tighter, the wind slicing through the thin fabric. Jax jogged to catch up, his breath visible in the pale afternoon air. “You sure about this?” he asked, glancing at…
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 Hollow Tide
The salt air stung Lila’s cheeks as she dug her fingers into the rusted railing of the abandoned lighthouse. Waves crashed against the rocks below, their roar a constant companion since the day the town had sealed the lower levels.…
The Gilded Veil
The sun hung low over the Sierra Nevada, casting long shadows across the dirt streets of Redding Creek. Clara Voss tightened her grip on the rusted revolver at her hip, her boots crunching over gravel as she approached the saloon.…
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 Veil of Kaelor
The air inside the dome hissed like a wounded animal, a sound that had become as familiar as her own breath. Dr. Lira Voss adjusted the visor of her suit, her gloved fingers brushing against the cold metal of the…