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... ollow Hill.
Not because of its crumbling steeple or the faded stain-glass eyes that seemed to watch you.
But because at night, the pews whispered... and if you listened long enough,
you could hear the ocean beneath the floorboards.
Father Aldric had returned to tend the church after twenty years in exile.
He had once been its priest. Before the storm. Before the flood. Before the drowning.
The church was meant to be built on sacred stone, but that ...
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