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Pathwest Opening Hours

The Erratum

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”
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The Eleventh Hour Chance

She was a pawn in a political game, nothing more. Her father, a man who despised her very existence, sold her off to the cold-blooded Duke in a marriage of convenience. Rumors painted her husband as a ruthless, unfeeling monster—a man to be feared, not loved. But she had long accepted her fate. After all, no one had ever cared for her, so why should her marriage be any different? Until her father, the man who abandoned her, barged into her life. “You are my daughter, and I have every right to take you back!” he declared, his once cold, dismissive eyes now brimming with something unrecognizable. Concern? Care? It was impossible. The man who hated her, who had cast her aside, now suddenly demanded her return. Why? As if that wasn’t enough, her aloof husband—known for his icy demeanor and ruthless efficiency—began to act… differently. The cold, unfeeling Duke she had resigned herself to live with seemed to harbor a warmth she couldn’t reconcile with the rumors that had defined him. “Do you really believe everything they say about me?” he asked, his piercing gaze softening for just a moment, leaving her speechless. Caught between a father whose motives are shrouded in mystery and a husband who defies every expectation, she finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew. Is her father’s sudden concern genuine, or is he playing yet another game? And what secrets lie behind the Duke’s impenetrable mask? In a web of lies, power, and buried truths, she must decide who to trust—if anyone at all. Could there be more to her fate than just being a pawn? Or will she be swept away by the tides of those who seek to control her?
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