The Hollow moved like a living thing.Everybody was employed. At first light, the elderly and children were evacuated, and they spent a week carrying supplies deep into the tunnels.Those who stayed behind prepared for the impending battle, strengthened barricades, and readied weapons.Clara offered assistance when she could, weaving through the bustle as the Hollow prepared.She spent hours moving supplies, checking defenses, and trying not to think about the odds they faced, drifting between tasks as others hurried by.They faced seventy, perhaps eighty creatures, with only twenty wolves and whatever help the town could muster.The odds were impossible.Later, while stacking crates beside Marcus, Clara lowered her voice. "We need an advantage," she said as they worked. "Something Lydia does not expect.""We have you," Marcus said. "She does not know what you are fully capable of.""She knows enough. She sent creatures after me twice. She knows I can fight.""But does she know about
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