The Hollow Path
Mara’s fingers brushed the edge of the map, its corners brittle with age. The scent of damp earth and old paper clung to her as she unfolded it beneath the flickering light of her lantern. Her father’s handwriting, jagged and…
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The rain tasted like metal and salt, slick on Elisse’s skin. It hammered against the corrugated iron roofs of Ossa Bay’s marketplace, a rhythmic percussion that blended with the creak of wooden carts and the guttural calls of merchants hawking…