Every week here at Haunted Cosmos, we release a special story-driven show called The Dusty Tome just for our monthly supporters over at Supercast.

But while we prepare a brand new season of the main show in the Haunted Cosmos Laboratory, we decided to give all of you a peek behind the paywall.

So, welcome to a special release of the dusty tone. As years past, As years passed and the disaster was forgotten, the lake, deep blue was serenity, but terrible in the wrath of its storms, began to be called Caspian, and man came to find its size to warrant the moniker of an inland sea indeed.

But on this day, the day of woe and trouble,

where days seemed to fall beyond the thorny desert peaks on the sea's eastern side, the sea that

swallowed the city was called just that, the sea. For it was all that those people knew of an ocean.

They had not been to the shores of the other vast body of water, west of Errorat,

or through the Bosphorus and into the realm of the Argyve ships.

To them, the world itself consisted of just their sea,

and whatever small inward stretches of land, they had the gumption and gusto to settle.

And it is in this state that the small force of hardy people dwelling in that neighborhood of the

world still so often forgotten about today would come to taste their first existential turmoil.

One among those people, the one who would survive the calamity to soon come, woke from his sleep that morning and cringed with a late sigh at the bitterness of the weather.

He groped through his dark room and collected his gear that he would need before stepping out of his threshold and into the still sleeping streets of his home.

That same city whose ramparts and stacked homes

imposed its will so strongly on the water.

The trek from home to shore was a long one for our hero,

and he often envied those who lived nearer to the fishing

than he did.

His was a daily commute that took him

from the westernmost gate through the forums and squares and temples that lined the central spine of the stone marvel,

and finally out of the eastern doors where a desert of writhing and sinister blue water would meet him.

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