
The Hollow Veil
The air tasted like iron as Mara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching gravel underfoot. The town of Blackmoor clung to the hillside like a wound, its crooked buildings leaning toward each other as if sharing secrets. She hadn’t…
The air tasted like iron as Mara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching gravel underfoot. The town of Blackmoor clung to the hillside like a wound, its crooked buildings leaning toward each other as if sharing secrets. She hadn’t…