The Three-Tailed Cat of Ravenscar
The fog in Ravenscar did not lift; it simply thinned and thickened, like the breathing of some vast creature sleeping beneath the moorland. Thomas Longface knew this fog the way a sailor knows the sea—by the ache in his joints, by the taste of salt on his lips, by the way it seeped into everything until nothing remained untouched. He was not always called Longface. The name had come from the...
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