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The dark, sheer cliffs of the island rise menacingly out of the calm waters of the lake. The air is perfectly still, yet the mists slowly swirl around you. Not a sound is heard or a creature seen in the strange twilight caused by the fog.
Here the island's facade of sheer cliffs gives way to a stretch of rockstrewn beach. The rotting remnants of a boat dock stick out into the water from the shore, ending in wooden pillars jutting up out of the dark waters. On the beach you see the forms of three similar boats. Two a old wrecks, their wood long since rotted, and one that looks to be in usable shape.
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