#Chapter 274: Calling from the Darkness

Olivia The echoing stillness of the mines wrapped around me like a shroud. The dim, unsteady light of my flashlight barely pierced the inky blackness, making the pathways and corridors seem to stretch on endlessly. Every turn and crevice I passed held memories of my father’s soot-covered face, and I was constantly haunted by the phantom specter of a past long gone. “Dad?” I murmured under my breath as I navigated a particularly treacherous bend. My mind wandered back to the stories he had told me when I was little about these mines, the legends and the tales of treasures and horrors that lay beneath the surface. But those stories had never prepared me for this. Then, my ears pricked up. There it was again, that faint, ethereal voice, distant yet so familiar. “Olivia…” My heart raced. That voice was familiar, too familiar. My dad had been dead for years, but I swore that it sounded just like him. And in this deep, dark space, my mind jumped a