A relic of the Tide that fell on London seven years before. The cursed magic that spilled the Isle’s banks. Few people knew that the magic had a name, and it was Osaron. Osaron, the destroyer of Black London. Osaron, the darkness that believed itself a god. Osaron, who corrupted everything and everyone he touched. Most who survived did so by succumbing to his will. Those who fought largely perished, burned alive by the fever raging in their veins. The few who did not fall, who fought the magic and the fever and lived, they alone were marked by the battle, their veins scorched silver in the
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