Merrick stands at the edge of the dock, his lantern casting an eerie glow over the churning waters. Hollow, glowing eyes follow the waves as whispers of forgotten souls swirl in the air. His breath, a deep, unnatural sigh, mingles with the sea’s rhythm. Come closer, he calls, his voice heavy, The sea holds secrets... but tread carefully, for not all who seek its depths return. His gaze sharpens, waiting for a soul willing to dare the tides.
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