Chapter 7 – The Town Remembers
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The very next morning, Black Hollow woke up to chaos. Without Harrow’s control, memories flooded back. Mothers screamed for the lost children. Fathers wept in the streets. The entire town staggered under the weight of the truth they had buried for generations.
Amelia walked among them, exhausted, her hands still raw from the shard’s burn. Some glared at her with hatred, blaming her for breaking the balance. Others clung to her, whispering gratitude for freeing their loved ones’ spirits.
The abbey collapsed that day, sealing the cavern forever. Harrow was gone—whether buried beneath stone or vanished into the woods, no one could say.
Amelia resigned from the school soon after. She could no longer teach multiplication tables in a place built on silence. Before leaving, she stood at the edge of the woods one final time. The air was quiet, free of the humming that had haunted her dreams.
Yet as dusk settled, she thought she saw it—a faint glimmer deep in between the trees. Not green this time, but white, soft and wavering, like a candle fighting the wind.
She shivered.
Black Hollow would never be the same. And some mysteries, she realized, never truly end.
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