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The Hollow, another of the three purgatories, exists as an endless maze of shifting corridors and empty rooms. Within its boundaries, lost souls wander aimlessly, their temporary forms slowly dissolving into the very essence of the realm itself. Time moves differently here, where one day equals one century on Earth.

Last week, my stepfather tried to force me to sell my shares in the company. He offered $5 million cash. But what he didn't know was that Grandpa had already warned me about this exact moment. Sometimes the biggest tests come from your own family.

Sarah Martinez stood frozen in the school hallway, her art project clutched against her chest. The whispers grew louder as students passed by, pointing at her traditional Mexican dress. This was supposed to be Cultural Heritage Day, but somehow it felt different than she'd imagined.

Sarah Morgan notices her son Tommy's strange new habit of talking to his reflection. At first, she thinks it's childhood imagination, until one night she catches a glimpse of his mirror-self moving independently. The reflection smiles at her, but Tommy isn't smiling.

Picture this. You're a servant in the Palace of Versailles, 1789. As you polish the gilded mirrors in Marie Antoinette's private chambers, you discover a hidden door. Behind it lies a network of secret passages where the queen's darkest secrets await, secrets that would soon fuel a revolution.

The witch stands before her cauldron, cackling at the perfect brew she's created. But as she turns to use it, she finds her victim already asleep, peaceful and vulnerable. Her wicked smile fades, replaced by unexpected maternal instinct. She quietly drapes a blanket over them instead.

The coffee shop window framed him perfectly, like a portrait in motion. His once-wild artist's hands now typed methodically on a sleek laptop, corporate cufflinks glinting in the morning light. Time had transformed the rebel I knew into something altogether more calculated.

The lost hiker stumbled through the dense forest, her water bottle empty and compass broken. Night was falling fast, and the temperature dropping rapidly. Just when despair began to set in, she spotted a faint glow through the trees - a ranger station's light beckoning her to safety.