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Eight years ago, Jack Wynand and Liam Donohue (previously known as the suspendered revolutionary Atlas) escaped the underwater city of Rapture, a little girl named Blue clinging to their hems. As anyone with ghosts knows, however, you cannot outrun them for long. Girls are going missing across the world's shorelines, and as much as the little family would like to bury their heads in the sand, the lighthouse beckons, Rapture's mouth open wide to swallow them once again.
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- Part 2 of The Lighthouse Duology
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06 Oct 2025
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"Because that’s what Jack was best at. Follow orders, obey. It didn’t matter to him though. Not when it was Atlas who ordered him around."
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03 Oct 2025
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Arthur desperately wants to see John just once, and suddenly he gets a chance by crashing into a door John didn't leave open.
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29 Sep 2025
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Arthur only leaves because the bartop is uncomfortable to lay his head on.
Usually it’s John who pesters him into getting up and heading home before it gets too late, (Arthur, we’ll miss the train tomorrow; Arthur, the street cats will want to see us; Arthur, I want to go home) but tonight he is silent. Arthur stays longer.
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After a case goes awry, Arthur goes out to get a drink. He fails to plan how, exactly, he's getting home.
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29 Sep 2025
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It turns out separation brings with it a whole of host of its own issues. John and Arthur learn to live in spite of these.
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“This isn't my pinky." There was the sound of an angry thud as John hit his fist against the counter. It echoed in the air as John let out a growl. “It’s too…”
Arthur felt his hand, his left hand— the one not around the cane— as John picked it up. His new digits, the ones that weren’t shaped like Arthur’s hands— human, barely, and longer— ran over every callous as if to memorize them by touch alone.
“…smooth.”
There was silence for a moment. Just skin buzzing against skin.
“Sometimes,” John said, “I think about asking you to bite it off again.”
He said it like it would be a gift.
“Jesus Christ, John.”
“Yeah.”
What’s worse was that Arthur would be willing to do it for him, too.
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29 Sep 2025