The Obsidian Light (V-06: Victorian Gothic)
The Isle of Mourning was a place where the wind sounded like a choir of the drowned. It was a jagged shard of obsidian thrusting out of the North Atlantic, surrounded by a sea that never slept and a sky that never cleared. At the island's highest peak sat the Pharos of Silence, a lighthouse whose lamp did not burn oil, but a captured fragment of a fallen star. Edmund had come to the island as a...
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