The Whispering Fog (V-11: Gothic Horror)
The island of Oakhaven was not a place for the living. It was a jagged tooth of basalt rising from a churning, charcoal-colored sea, permanently shrouded in a fog that tasted of salt and old copper. Here, the ruins of a forgotten monastery clung to the cliffs like a dying parasite, and the wind howled through the arches with a sound that resembled human weeping. Caleb lived in the bell tower, a...
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