The Vault of Silence

The Vault of Silence

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Paranormal
In the last inhabited town on earth, on a misty island, in a black ocean lives a boy named Rafael. Rafael lost his first and only love to the sea, and now is apprenticed to her father, an alcoholic ex-sea captain, haunted by an unquenchable conviction and an undying grief. When a prophetic hermit meets an uncanny death, Rafael and his friends begin to suspect the world they had been taught to accept is not the true world. Their reality begins to turn inside out as they discover what's really been going on in the woods, and behind the closed doors of the College. As the voice of a ghost begins to guide Rafael, he begins to wonder why he recognizes her voice; and what could she mean by the "Helm of Nations"? Rafael has no choice but to open his eyes to reality, and the real world is nothing like he'd ever imagined. Click here for more info on #VaultOfSilence! http://www.storytellersatlas.com/about-the-vault-of-silence/
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Imagine a box. Any box you want. It could be a vintage chestnut chest imported from France, or a simple moldy cardboard box. Either way, it serves the same purpose, being shoved away in the corners of your dusty attic, with a variety of miscellaneous forgotten treasures. You never realise it's up there, abandoned in the thick coating of dust and neglect, until one day, it's all gone. It's always gone just when you discover that its contents may have been key to uncovering the troubled past of that box. But how much would it matter? How far would you go to retrieve the lost broken reveries? My name is Sea. It's a strange name, I know, especially since I can't recall ever being near a sea, but my folks have always been rather strange people. At least, from what I can remember. I've never really known them, but my whole life has been formed around their existence. The things I have learned from them could be looked at as troubled lessons of the world I lived in, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. However, accepting that fact could only be the beginning. This is all that I had gained from my life, and everything my parents gave me. This is all that they had left behind.

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