The Abyssal Litany
(V-12: Gothic Horror) The Isle of Skellig was a jagged tooth of basalt rising from the churning grey wastes of the North Atlantic. It was a place where the wind didn't just blow; it screamed, a perpetual, mournful wail that sounded like the ghosts of a thousand drowned sailors. On this desolate rock, where the only vegetation was a stubborn, salt-crusted moss, lived Elspeth. Elspeth was a...
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