(3/6) Hollowridge

Hollowridge Part III – Echoes in Stone The voices are everywhere now,

circling, echoing, twisting my fear back at me. Lena clings to my

arm, trembling. Marcus mutters complaints, but even he falters, hesitant.

Shadows crouch ahead, waiting. My pulse races. My stomach knots. I remember the bell,

the way it seemed alive in the square, and the symbol etched in the walls. Everything is connected.

The mine feels alive, tightening, reshaping itself around us. We reach a collapsed

tunnel. Our way back is gone. Panic rises. The whispers form

words: “Stay… or become.” Lena’s eyes widen. Marcus doesn’t notice, absorbed into the