The Mist of Eternal Echoes
The Isle of Mourning was a place where the tide never truly went out, and the fog was a living thing, weaving through the black basalt cliffs like a funeral shroud. Elara was a child of silence, her voice lost to a fever years ago, her eyes wide and reflecting a world that others could not see. She was brought to the Isle by a man known as The Curator, a collector of "singularities." The...
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