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THE HOLLOW HAS STIRRED

POV: ARAYA

The forest wasn’t silent anymore.

It pulsed.

With hunger.

With intent.

With breath.

Each step thudded up through my bones, echoing like I was walking on hollow graves. My body ached, but fear had dulled into something colder—small enough to hold in my palm, like the last ember of a...