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You, dear web-traveler, follow a rabbit hole to the dock at the edge of an oceanside town.
It's wet from the salty ocean air, overcast to such a degree the lamps needed to be lit to see, and the people that wander the streets do not seem thrilled to see you.
This is Hopeless Harbor, a horribly depressing town residing along Clockwork Coast. It is one of the few towns I remember in my travels. It carries with it a dismal history and even more dismal secrets.
These secrets are dangerous for you to know dear web-traveler: nevermind their abysmal nature. As such, I would strongly advise you seek out another web-page, lest you be driven mad from despair.
Of course, if you insist on continuing, then by all means continue. But I tried to warn you.
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With regards,
Mono.