The Pale Letter
The mist did not lift. It thickened. I stood at the edge of the grey expanse, the water cold against my boots, and watched the horizon dissolve into a white void. No ships came. No bells rang. Only the silence, heavy and absolute, pressed against my eardrums. I was the Keeper of the Shore. My duty was simple. I watched. I waited. And I listened for the voices that rose from the deep. My name is...
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