BELOW THE SALT | Lighthouse

Amelia and Reuben hopped over a waist-height wall onto one of the main roads that ran through Haversworth.They knew the area incredibly well after having spent a great deal of their youth living off of the flood and they often used the forests of Haversworth for shortcuts or for hiding stolen goods. Passing the Woodsman’s Arms they couldn’t hide from the wave of anxiety that ate at them while they came into view of a towering dark form silhouetted against the distant fog. Set against the homely british village, the hideous shape emanated a wretched aura that felt indescribably wrong.