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Nightrest, from its beginning, has been intertwined with folklore and myth and truth. Tales of pirates and sirens became bedtime stories that served as warnings for local children. And it was all just stories in the end. All so in the past.
And yet.
Nobody expected a body to wash up on shore. One look and it was clear that it was no boating mishap, no accident, only foul play. A gruesome sight and a gruesome truth for the people of Nightrest: there was a killer amongst them. They could look all they wanted to towards the siren Echo, to the spirits that haunted the town, to all of it but where would the red string land? Who’d be called to the station? Who’d be questioned? Who’d make it to tomorrow? Would any of them? Who was safe, if anyone?
And most importantly, who, not what, was responsible for this?
Stick around and you might find out, but beware. You could be next.
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