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(
Over The Moonless Depths Of Night-
Dark Seas)THE LOG OF THE NORTHERN MARINER:
The great serpent-prow of my ship, Wave-
Render cleaves the nightedwaters as we voyage across the dark, icy sea, towards the unknown...
Above, the brigth winter's moon emerges from a veil of cloud to castits lucent rays upon us, and a clinging, supine sea-mist writhers uponthe midnight waves, swirled by the colol, whispering wind whichcatches our great sail, pushing us onwards, vever onwards... Andbeyond the tang of the darkling sea, the scent of nights is as strongand heady as summer blossom. I know not what awaits us at the elder
Isle of Mists... that grim and mistery-haunted place which beckons meto its shadowed embrace, swathed in dark legendry and etwined in themantle of ancient sorceries... and yet I must hearken to its etherealcall... for mayhap the gods have decreed this to be my final voyage...
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