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Hollow Name

The ground swallows me to the ribs and keeps going. Clay salts my teeth. A hand climbs my leg, nails neat, patient. I drop the pry bar and ride the pull; fighting makes earth mean. The seam shuts with a polite click. The orchard sighs like a chest getting its way.

“Cass!” Caleb’s voice scatters...