📖 Chapter 27: The Hollow Boy Part 1: The Living Drawings I found Liam asleep on the floor, surrounded by papers. Dozens of them. Each one a sketch—doors, mirrors, broken altars, and always, always a woman with fire in her eyes. One image chilled me to the bone. It was me, or her, or both—tied to a stone table. Surrounded by hooded figures. I picked it up. And it moved. Just slightly—her finger twitching. Eyes glinting. I dropped it. The paper whispered: > “Open the last page.” --- 📖 Chapter 27: The Hollow Boy Part 2: Caleb’s Mistake Caleb thought they were cursed. He took a handful of Liam’s drawings and burned them in the fireplace. The flames turned blue. And the house screamed. Not metaphorically. Every wall, every pipe, the air itself howled like a dying animal

