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The Aftermath: The Familiar Room Liam hadn’t slept for four days. He was back in his modern, brightly-lit apartment, but the clean lines and contemporary furniture offered no comfort. Every time he closed his eyes, he was back on the landing of the Willows estate, gripping the cold, alien steel rail of his childhood bedroom’s…
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The old Willows estate had stood empty for twenty years, its decaying Victorian architecture shrouded in the perpetual gloom of the surrounding woods. But it wasn’t the dust or the creaking floorboards that kept people away; it was the legend of the Morphos, the shapeshifting ghost.Liam, a young urban explorer with a flair for the…
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The Blackpine Forest had changed. Trees twisted into shapes that resembled screaming faces. Roots pulsed like veins. The snow was never white anymore—it shimmered with a faint pink stain, as if remembering every spill of blood. Kael and Elora lived deep within its corrupted heart, but peace never came. Every day, Kael grew weaker. Every…
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The Blackpine Forest should have been their refuge.But some places remember monsters too well. Elora and the newly-human wendigo—now calling himself Kael—hid in the deep woods where the trees grew tight as ribs. She built a shelter of roots and charms, a place where the world couldn’t find them. But magic cannot cure everything. Especially…
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The villagers whispered that the Blackpine Forest was cursed, but they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know that something ancient watched them from the shadows—something hollow-eyed, bone-thin, and hungry. A wendigo. For centuries, it prowled the pines, driven by the endless craving for flesh. Its ribs pressed through its skin like jagged branches, its…
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