(5/6) Hollowridge

Hollowridge Part V – The Chamber The chamber is vast, impossibly high, lit by a pale,

phosphorescent glow. The bell swings above us, low and deliberate, its vibration pressing

into my chest. Shapes shift at the edges of light, crouched, human-like but distorted.

The whispers surge: “We were all drawn here… and now you will join us.” I see Marcus stepping

forward. His eyes flicker, unnatural, like he’s already part of the mine.

Lena grabs my arm. My pulse races, and I notice the broken circle symbol etched in the floor

matches the one from the lamp wall. The tiny bones, the coin, the shard—they all

converge here, their meaning finally clear: they were markers, guides,