Hollowlight

There is a stretch of the year when the air begins to feel like it's standing still — when the world between places grows thin. The Academy calls it Hollowlight: the week before the thin night, when the wall of names remembers everyone the keeping has ever lost, and the veil lifts enough to listen. This is the thin-night story — the one where the lanterns are lit, the names are read, and the keeping holds its breath.