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Chapter Twenty-Two: Into The Hollowmere

Author: Sammy Miracle
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-07-06 06:48:04

Night had bled into the bones of the city.

The streets around the Hollowmere District were cordoned off by rusting barricades and silent red drones. Old construction signs still flickered with lies.

“Foundation Collapse. Danger: Structural Unstable. Do Not Enter.”

But the true danger was buried beneath the concrete. And it was calling to Evangeline like a drumbeat under her skin.

The Hollow Song was near... so close now she could taste it.

She adjusted the black leather gloves on her hands, fl
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