3 Bookmarked Items in Webber's Father (Don't Starve)
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A strange boy with too many arms and eyes meets a strange girl with one too many shadows and secrets.
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- Part 2 of The Hallowed City
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In some ways, Webber reminded her of Abigail. Too many ways, actually.
And that terrified her.
Shouldn’t that mean she ought to keep her distance? If he kept making her think of Abigail, wouldn’t it be easier to mourn if he weren’t around? If she didn’t have a constant reminder of what she lost? But she didn’t feel sad next to Webber. In fact… she felt the opposite. He distracted her. Made her feel like a child again, like she wasn’t trapped in a world that felt too big, too cruel. When he talked to her, when he laughed, it was easier to forget – if only for a little while.
Maybe, with him around, she could pretend she was just an ordinary kid again.
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The sky had looked nice for once, instead of the usual, starless void. And if Webber had been flustered and Wendy had been quieter than usual, well…
It was for safety.
Right?
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In the year 1853, nestled between restless tides and the crooked backbone of a sleeping mountain, stood the city of Westport—a place where smoke coiled like whispered secrets and lanterns flickered against the gloom as if to defy the darkness itself.
To some, it was a port of industry, blackened by soot and ambition. To others, it was a riddle wrapped in fog, where the impossible brushed shoulders with the mundane. It was not unusual to see gaslight carriages drawn by clockwork horses or vendors hawking wares under tents woven from spider-silk. In Westport, the Otherworldly and the earthly mingled freely. Children grew up with faerie tales that sometimes turned up on their doorstep. People learned to speak politely to shadows.
By day, the factories roared. Steel shrieked, and chimneys bellowed against a sky forever stained with ash. By night, the theatres came alive with gods and monsters, the streetlamps hummed with static magic, and the gutters whispered names that ought not be remembered.Westport was no ordinary city. And the flame at its center was waking.
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