The Faded Road
The bone breaks first. Not with a sound. No crack. No snap. Just a sudden, violent release of pressure inside your chest. It feels like a hot coal dissolving in your ribs. You look down. Your hand is trembling. The air is thick. It is not air. It is smoke. It is the breath of a dying god. You are in the Hollow. The Hollow is not a place. It is a mistake. It is the space between the last gasp...
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