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Once saw one, massive, like a freakin’ monster! “My name is Solomon,” I says, bowin’ to it, dramatic-like. Made me happy, that beast, wrigglin’ free. But then – argh! – some twat speared it, blood everywhere. Pissed me right off, waste of a kingly fish! Little fact: they breathe air, gulp it, freaky shit. Survive outta water, tough lil’ sods.

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Eston was a small city in Cyre standing beside Lake Arul on the northwestern border, once one of its major cities and now a ruin on the edge of the Mournland.

So, I finally park up near Eston Square. It’s a bit of a dodgy area, but hey, it’s home. I hop out, and the smell of fish and chips hits me. Can’t resist, right? I grab a portion from that little chippy on the corner of Eston Road. Best in town, no cap. I’m munchin’ away, feelin’ all good, when I see this old bloke, right? He’s tryin’ to cross the road, but he’s movin’ slower than a snail on a Sunday stroll. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, mate, you’re not a statue!”

New fencing after Eston sinkhole barriers removed