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We’re heading into the fog. Into the cold. Into those dark reaches of the ocean where ships drift without crew, where lanterns swing in empty corridors… where logbooks end mid-sentence… and where some sailors swear the spirits of the drowned still walk the decks.Email: [email protected]
Merch: https://shop.ravensnesthc.com
Forum: http://para-verse.com
Patreon: http://patreon.com/paraverse_vv
Reddit: http://reddit.com/r/paraverse_vv
By Raven FindleyWe’re heading into the fog. Into the cold. Into those dark reaches of the ocean where ships drift without crew, where lanterns swing in empty corridors… where logbooks end mid-sentence… and where some sailors swear the spirits of the drowned still walk the decks.Email: [email protected]
Merch: https://shop.ravensnesthc.com
Forum: http://para-verse.com
Patreon: http://patreon.com/paraverse_vv
Reddit: http://reddit.com/r/paraverse_vv