The Bone-Scribe's Curse
(Style B2: Southern Gothic) The island was not a place of light, but a place of memory. It sat in the middle of a stagnant, grey sea, surrounded by the bleached ribs of leviathans that looked like the ruins of a drowned cathedral. Silas came to the island carrying a suitcase full of old letters and a heart full of rot. He didn't come to save a lover; he came to erase a name. The Keeper was a...
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