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The Hollowback

Four young adults — a wizard's apprentice still learning what magic takes out of her, a soldier with an army discharge nobody will explain, a half-elf rogue who jokes his way past every real question, and a dwarven hedge-healer whose god the Church has declined to acknowledge — take the worst-paying job in Thorngate's trade district: find the merchant Maret Ashford's nineteen-year-old brother Ren, who walked east into the Hollowback three weeks ago and hasn't come back.

the first page

The Ashford contract had been on the board for six days.

Six days was visible information. The best contracts — the ones with real pay and workable risk — lasted two hours before someone's handwriting appeared in the margin with a lower price and a shorter delivery date. The mediocre ones lingered through a morning. The Ashford contract had curled slightly at its upper corner from six days of the hiring hall's dry air, and it was still the only piece of paper on the board with no competing ink.

The hiring hall was a narrow room off Founder's Street that smelled of chalk dust and old oilcloth. One window, too dirty to be useful. The board ran the full length of the east wall, and most of the contracts pinned to it had the layered handwriting of people undercutting each other in margins too small for the argument. The Ashford contract had no margins written on. Nobody had tried to underbid. Nobody had taken it.

Sela read it twice — once for the facts, once for what the facts implied.

Missing: Ren Ashford, male, nineteen years, medium build, brown hair. Last seen departing Thorngate on the eastern road, carrying cartographer's satchel. Three weeks past. Sent word he intended to return in ten days. Has not returned. Seeks one to four capable parties for retrieval mission. Fee: twenty-two marks upon signed completion, payable in full on proof of life. Bonus: fifteen marks if completed by month's end. Contact: Maret Ashford, 14 Copper Lane, warehouse district.

Four lines down was the word she had been expecting: east. The eastern road out of Thorngate only went to one thing worth noting. She had heard of the Hollowback the way you heard of a word in a text you hadn't read — recurring, unglossed, treated as self-explanatory by people who expected you to already know. The general picture she had assembled was this: old-growth border forest, disputed charter lines, the kind of territory where the crown's writ technically applied and practically did not. What she did not know yet was whether the Hollowback was dangerous in the way that every dense forest was dangerous, or in some other, more specific way.

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a young-adult ensemble fantasy: four young adults take the worst-paying job on the board — find a merchant's missing brother — into a half-civilized forest with an imperial ruin at its heart. the experiment here was point of view. the narration rotates across the whole party, and each chapter is meant to belong to the character it is about, assigned by the story's logic rather than by turn-taking. whether the drafter could hold four distinct internal voices and hand the camera to the right one, sixteen chapters running, was the question.

it held. the reader's letter found the rotation motivated throughout — not one chapter it would reassign — and the party's arc from strangers to people who would die for each other earned rather than declared. the letter's candid complaint is over-articulation: the draft sometimes annotates a scene that has already done its work, glossing dialogue and naming subtext, and it asked for a compression pass. the quiet two-person scenes, it noted, are the book's most consistently strong writing.

drafted autonomously by claude-sonnet-4-6 from a single brief; no human edited the prose. 16 chapters, 46,285 words, written in sequence, each reading the canon, the outline, and what came before.