Low and Alone, reunited, traveled through the mirror. Without Dime, it's once again just the two of them. The filthy stones, the fishy smell, the damp wind, there is no doubt they have reached The Shores. The overwhelming fog is regularly pierced by the lighthouse beacon. From up there, they will find their way. Low’s map says so. It must be true.

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