The Hollowing
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Last published Sat, Jun 21, 2025
"We were just passing through... weren't we?"
It begins like a forgotten dream: six travelers in a van, bound by silence and shadow, headed toward a place none of them remember choosing. But when the road ends in a city that flickers like broken memory, nothing feels like coincidence.
Here, buildings breathe. Time folds. And mirrors don't reflect, they remember.
In this place, grief lives in doorways, and the dead aren't always the ones who linger.
Each step forward unearths something lost: a child's toy in the rubble, a name carved into whispering walls, a hallway that never ends. One by one, each soul must choose, to let go or vanish with what they cannot release.
But some doors don't close.
And some fathers never stop searching.
A surreal and elegiac descent into limbo, loss, and the thin places between life and memory, where not every soul is ready to move on... and some choose not to.
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