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Every Stranger Who Came Here Never Left

I found Hallow's Cove by accident, the way you find most things that end up changing your life. I was a travel blogger chasing content, and the town looked like a dream — small, coastal, dripping with charm. The locals welcomed me like I was family they had been missing for years. The innkeeper, Cecelia, gave me the best room without me asking. A woman named Petra brought food to my door that first evening, smiling like she had been expecting me. It felt like the kind of place people write poetry about. I set up my camera and started documenting everything. The festival was only days away, and the whole town buzzed with a quiet excitement that felt almost reverent. That should have been my first clue. I noticed small things at first, the kind you brush off when you are somewhere beautiful. After dark, no one looked me in the eye. Conversations that were warm all day turned short and careful at night. I tried searching the festival online and found nothing — no photos, no write-ups, no trace that it had ever happened before. A town this charming should have had a thousand blog posts written about it. It had zero. Then I found the guest book at the inn and ran my finger down the names. Visitors came every ten years, right around festival time. None of them had ever signed out. I told myself there was a reasonable explanation. I told myself that right up until I found the locked room at the end of the hall, with scratch marks lining the inside of the door. I told myself that right up until the man I met in town, Owen, who had also stopped here by chance, disappeared overnight without a word. His room was spotless. His car was gone. But his wallet was still on the nightstand. The festival starts at sundown tonight. The whole town is gathering at the shore. They are all smiling at me. And I am just now starting to understand what they have been preparing me for.