The Silent Accord
The salt air clung to Mara’s skin as she stepped off the rusted ferry, her boots crunching over gravel. The lighthouse loomed ahead, its white paint peeling like old skin. She hadn’t set foot in Marrow’s End since her mother’s…
Young Adult
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The Hollowing
Mara stepped off the rusted ferry, her boots crunching on gravel as the salt-kissed wind tugged at her coat. The town of Black Hollow stretched before her, a cluster of weathered cottages clinging to the cliffs like barnacles. Ten years…
The Silent Signal
The salt-kissed air bit at Elara’s cheeks as she climbed the lighthouse stairs, her boots echoing against the rusted metal. The storm had blown itself out hours ago, leaving the coast in a brittle stillness. She’d come to clear out…
The Last Lightkeeper
The salt air stung Lila’s cheeks as she climbed the rusted iron stairs of the lighthouse, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the hollow tower. The wind howled through the cracks in the stone, carrying the scent of brine…
The Hollowing
Mara’s boots crunched over gravel as she approached the edge of the woods, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The town of Blackmoor had always felt like a place caught between seasons, its streets lined…
The Last Lightkeeper’s Secret
The salt-kissed wind howled through the skeletal remains of the town as Mara stepped off the rusted ferry, her boots crunching over gravel that had once been a street. The lighthouse stood ahead, its white tower leaning like a drunkard,…
The Saltwater Code
The salt air bit Lila’s cheeks as she picked up the journal, its leather cover cracked with age. She flipped through the pages, the scent of old paper and something metallic lingering. ‘This isn’t just a diary,’ she whispered, tracing…
The Hollowed Veil
Lila found the door on a Tuesday, tucked behind a stack of moth-eaten quilts in her grandmother’s attic. The air smelled of dust and old cedar, the kind that clung to your skin and lingered in your lungs. She’d been…
The Last Lightkeeper
Mara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of Hollow’s End. The air reeked of salt and decay, a sharp contrast to the sterile hospital corridors she’d left behind. Her mother’s voice echoed in her…
The Hollow Veil
Mara’s fingers brushed the damp stone as she pressed herself against the lighthouse wall, her breath fogging in the cold air. The storm had died hours ago, leaving only the creak of the rusted lantern and the distant crash of…
The Hollow Beneath
The air smelled like rust and wet stone when Lila first saw the hole. It yawned in the earth behind the abandoned mine, a jagged mouth swallowing the late afternoon light. She crouched, fingers brushing the damp soil, and wondered…
The Hollow Veil
The first time Lila saw the town, it felt like a painting frozen in time—too still, too perfect. The air smelled of damp earth and distant woodsmoke, and the narrow streets seemed to hush as she walked them. She didn’t…
The Last Light of Summer
The air smelled like burnt sugar and damp earth as Mara tightened her grip on the rusted gate, its hinges groaning like a wounded animal. The sun hung low over the horizon, casting long shadows through the skeletal trees that…
The Last Lightkeeper
Mira’s fingers trembled as she traced the rusted hinges of the hidden door, the salt air thick with the scent of brine and something older—something metallic, like blood dried to dust. The lighthouse had always been a tomb, its spiral…
The Hollowed Hour
The salt air clung to Mara’s skin as she climbed the lighthouse stairs, each step a creak of memory. The beam swept across the darkened shore, painting the rocks in silver streaks. She hadn’t meant to come here, not after…