My father used to tell me stories when I was a kid. Stories about a place called GodStone. They tell of the place being cursed and abandoned 50 years ago.
I head there. The sailors think I’m mad, some say it’s a place inhabited by ghosts and demons. Others, the sceptics, simply say that no one goes there because the sea is difficult to navigate.
I know the truth. I am an occultist, I see ghosts and spirits that mundane people cannot see. GodStone… why did you go to the place of your stories, father?
I have to find him, he is not in the condition of his youth to venture into such a place. I hope I am not too late.
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