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Trenches of the Forgotten
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Ongoing, First published Mar 01
There are places in this world that don't exist on any map. Towns forgotten by time, swallowed by silence, where the past lingers like a shadow just out of reach. Elias never questioned the town he grew up in-never wondered why the streets were always so quiet, why the air felt heavier some days. But the feeling was always there, waiting.

It started with whispers-familiar, yet impossible. A signpost that had always been there, yet he had never seen it before. A house that looked the same but felt... wrong. His mother's voice carried warmth, but her words were colder than the wind slipping through the trees. And then there was the dog, the way it stared-silent, unmoving, knowing something he didn't.

Reality is a fragile thing, easily bent, easily broken.

The night he tried to escape, he learned the truth: some homes are never truly lived in. Some reflections don't belong to you. And once you see what's on the other side-it sees you too.
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We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.