The rain tapped the windowpane like a stranger seeking entry, each drop a quiet叩击 on the glass. Mara adjusted her scarf, the wool rough against her neck, and stared at the fog-draped highway. The sign ahead read: *Welcome to Blackwood*—a…
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 wind clawed at Mara’s coat as she stepped off the rusted bus, its engine sputtering like a dying animal. The air smelled of pine resin and something older—decaying wood, maybe, or the faint tang of blood. She hadn’t been…
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 smelled of pine resin and damp earth as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Black Hollow lay sprawled below, its rooftops bleached by sun and time. She hadn’t returned…