Encounters
King Cnut and the Tide ▢｜encounter｜ENC｜20260915190852-01-•
Clapping my hands out here would be every bit as useful as King Canute commanding the tide to turn. This was her world, not mine … and only the edge of it, at that. Every step closer to The Street and the lake would bring me closer to that world’s heart, where time was thin and spirits ruled. Oh dear God, what had happened to cause this?
Source: Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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