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... ing streets, steeples, and screams alike. Even the gaslamps flickered like dying stars. In the deepest alleys of the Drowned District, something old had begun to move again.
They said it had no face—only antlers, ribs like knives, and a voice like wet breath behind your ear.
They called it the Lurker of the Fog.
And it had returned.
For years, the Lurker was a myth—a tale whispered in dusk taverns and across frostbitten graveyards. The fog was its veil. Its home. ...
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