The Last Truth Seekers
## [English Version] The fog that crept up from the Caribbean that November was the colour of tarnished silver. It swallowed the island whole—every jagged rock, every broken palm, every inch of the stone cottage that sat on the cliff like a wound in the earth. Inside, Edgar Winslowe sat hunched over his apparatus, his eyes red-rimmed and his hands trembling as he adjusted the final lens of the...
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