The last lock was separating her from the abyss, the lock Mayra had never passed through before. Only those who had the Windlass could do that, and her father's Windlass was with her. The Wash was covered with a thick shroud of clouds. It was getting dark.
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Hand drawn digital artwork. The colours and textures were derived from processed paper ephemera. Original size: 6500×6500 px, jpeg.
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