Our great ship has frozen into the ice, which itself slowly circles this cursed bay where the sun can barely life itself above the horizon.
At night, the ice moans and cracks, pressing in, attempting to crush the hull.
But we’ve got a 5x match for those who donate now and your name will be carved into the prow as part of our Donators of Note if you click below.
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