The Muse And Her Wolves

Hopewell Hallow had a pulse of its own, a steady thrum beneath the surface that you could feel if you stood still long enough and let the town breathe around you. Nestled at the edge of a sprawling, ancient forest, the town was a blend of old-world charm and modern life, a place where history clung to the cobblestone streets and whispered through the canopy of towering pines. About a million people called Hopewell Hallow home, but the town had the restless energy of a place that was always in motion. People came and went. Travelers drawn by the town's haunting beauty, searching for something, even if they didn't quite know what. Some stayed. Some didn't.