Whispers in the Pines
The morning air bit through Clara’s coat as she stepped off the bus, her boots crunching gravel. The town of Black Hollow stretched before her, its skeletal trees clawing at a bruised sky. She hadn’t set foot here in seventeen…
The morning air bit through Clara’s coat as she stepped off the bus, her boots crunching gravel. The town of Black Hollow stretched before her, its skeletal trees clawing at a bruised sky. She hadn’t set foot here in seventeen…