Whispers Of The Hollow

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e trees, curling around Naomi li

wing the darkened forest-but she felt it. A presen

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p leaves and gnarled roots. The air thickened, pressin

omi

inted alongside Elliot, her

e of the forest, where the mist suddenly br

Elliot let g

trying to catch her breath. "What-"

n't answer

ng. His posture remained tense, as if expecting

ing did,

n't have fo

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hing between hesitation and somethi

k you found," he said, voic

at? A doppelgänger? A long-lost twin? Because the only other

t hers

liot wasn'

f, wasn't telling her ho

ching her, his

unease twisted

can't

nd through his dark hair. "I

n the woods? It knew my name. And you knew to run.

tead, he turned his gaze back

, fi

er supposed t

Elliot beside her. The mist had thinned, but the air was still heavy

ackwood Hollow," Elliot

d. "What doe

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he were afraid to say the words too loudly. "It's not just the history, or th

vered. "T

d to her. "Where did

tted, "And the whispers. The ones in

sion darkened.

the sudden edge in his tone

ad, he glanced at the gravestones scat

en

you're part

pearing into the night as if

anor, her mind spinning with

ilent when she

si

ways, each shadow stretching too far,

en she

the fogged glass of the win

and stepped closer,

n name

ame again, so

anor

y, heart slamming

one was