The Distant Whispers
The journey into the Hollow began not with a step, but with a surrender of the sun, a slow bleaching of the world into a grey, timeless mist that smelled of wet stone and forgotten prayers. Elara Vance walked with the quiet, heavy tread of a woman who had long since stopped believing that the ground beneath her feet was solid, her boots sinking into the damp earth of a place that seemed to...
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