A Secretary Affair
She looked at me for a long moment, searching my eyes to see if I was ready, then let out another soft sigh and nodded, starting to speak in a voice that sounded like she was reciting a story older than time itself.
“The Hollow is not a place, not exactly,” she began, her gaze drifting toward the window as if she could see beyond it, into the world that lies between life and death.
“It is what remains when something loses its purpose, its name, and its form. They are beings that feed on the energy of those marked, slowly draining it until there is nothing left but an empty shell. They move through the spaces between moments, the cracks in reality that most people never notice. And they follo