If I don’t stay busy, I feel like I’m drowning again.
There’s brackish water in the back of my throat. My lungs burn.
My vision goes black around the edges.
We depart London with our investigators for the rural town of Whitmoor, where strange things have had a good long time to get entrenched. This is the beginning of the second act! You can read this episode right now on Patreon for only $3 (as a per-month subscription, or to purchase just this one post).
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