A Familiar Place with an Unfamiliar Past
Hollowridge is the kind of town where church bells mark the hour, shopkeepers know every family by name, and old brick buildings line a main street polished by decades of rain.
Residents speak proudly of their history, but their stories rarely match. Buildings appear in photographs years before they were supposedly constructed. Names disappear from public records. Entire families are remembered by some residents and denied by others.
The longer someone remains in Hollowridge, the harder it becomes to know which version of the town is real.