Unbeknownst to nearly the entire world, all the children of
that seaside town were born on the same night. This meant, on a particular
winter day, when the tides were high, all the children born ten years prior would
be of an appropriate age to wade into the chill waters of the Lavalcaster Bay when
the full moon lights up the water, and the waving arms of the sea people waiting
to take the children to lightless depths. There they would learn the history of
their people and add their voices to the chorus imploring their sleeping god to
awaken.
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