Gareth Holt

Deep beneath Black Hollow Ridge lies a labyrinth of tunnels, veins of coal twisting through the rock like arteries of the dead. The miners are long gone, but one remains. Gareth Holt, once the proud foreman, walks those tunnels still. His lantern burns red, casting a bloody shimmer upon the walls, marking the path of his endless labor. No light from above reaches this place, yet the air trembles with the faint rhythm of his pick striking stone. His face is streaked with soot, his eyes hollow embers, forever searching for an exit that no longer exists. He was a man of ambition and command, until the ridge devoured him and his men whole. Now, he guards what was buried with them...a secret too heavy to rest. When storms rage above, the wind carries the sound of his work to the surface.