
Whispers in the Pines
The air tasted of pine resin and damp earth as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching over gravel. The town of Black Hollow lay sprawled below, its rooftops bleached by sun and time, windows staring like empty…
The air tasted of pine resin and damp earth as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching over gravel. The town of Black Hollow lay sprawled below, its rooftops bleached by sun and time, windows staring like empty…