I avoid the pub this time of year. Stories are currency in The Returning Star. Tale for pint. Drunken fisherfolk talk of Û÷light from the homes of the drowned deadÛª. Below wave glimpses. Chatter that ruins me with a fear of something I will never see myself. – Henry Summerscale
I avoid the pub this time of year. Stories are currency in The Returning Star. Tale for pint. Drunken fisherfolk talk of ‘light from the homes of the drowned dead’. Below wave glimpses. Chatter that ruins me with a fear of something I will never see myself. – Henry Summerscale
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2019