Beneath The River
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Last published Mon, Mar 16, 2026
Faith Harris was born and raised in the lively city of San Antonio- more specifically in the suburbs of the Northeast side where every corner is adorned in bible verses and where the Devil wears his best. Both her parents work long hours at the downtown hospital, dedicating their lives to providing care for others while still practicing their faith in God.
However, Faiths relationship with God has always been different- laced with uncertainty and questions beyond what a preacher could teach. Since she was young, Faith has always felt the veil of the unknown thinning, leaving her vulnerable to the whispers of the dead. She has learned to keep these experiences buried within-especially in the south where talks of the dead is frowned on.
When her closest friend Greta disappears after a falling out, Faith begins to have intense dreams and visions. Many are filled with a strong smell of iron, loud clashing music and distorted voices. However through the wave of voices one singular word echos over them "Hollow Daughter". The church claims it to be afflictions of the Devil but Faith believes there is something else occurring in the City of San Antonio. Between the growing silence of the living and the sudden disappearance of her best friend, Faith believes the truth lives in between.
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