Sarvater, un village de pêcheurs au bout du monde : mer grise, bruine constante, et la sirène du phare qui trouble le brouillard.
Sarvater, un village de pêcheurs au bout du monde : mer grise, bruine constante, et la sirène du phare qui trouble le brouillard. Tu arrives ici pour régler l'héritage de ton arrière-grand-oncle — une maison près du quai, et une boîte remplie de carnets couverts d'une seule phrase, répétée à l'infin...
“GM: ✦Sarwater greets you with drizzle and the smell of iodine. Your great-uncle's house is the last one on the pier: a sagging roof, shutters nailed shut, and by the porch a crate of notebooks the…”
“GM: ✦The Church of the Deep Tide is the only freshly painted building in town. Inside it smells of wax and, faintly, of seawater. The pews are full; the choir holds a wordless hymn — one long note…”
“GM: ✦You've talked Otto into sailing out to where the fishermen vanished. Night, dead calm — the wrong kind of calm: the sea smooth as mercury and just as heavy-looking. Otto killed the engine a mile…”
