Chapter 4 — Secrets of the Hollow Keep

Amity

The Hollow Keep was silent, save for the slow drip of water from unseen crevices deep within the ancient stone walls. Shadows clung to the damp corridors, shifting uneasily with the flicker of torches mounted along the narrow passageways. Amity pressed herself against the cool stone as she crept forward, her footsteps light but not soundless. Each faint scuff of her boots felt loud enough to shatter the stillness, but she pressed onward, the weight of curiosity and anger burning hotter than her fear.