At the eastern edge of Eldwych, the coastal city of tides and tempests, lay the isle of Eldwernay.
Bound by bridges to Mire and Wythane, the trio was known as the as the 'Three Sisters' — forever entwined.
Eldwernay's total area was just 8 km², not even half the size of a single district in Eldwych.
If in the mood, they could cycle the entire island in an afternoon.
With a population barely reaching three hundred, the island had no government schools or hospitals.
If a baby were born, the families would usually have to leave the island eventually to educate their kids. That resulted in fewer young couples settling there.
Naturally, most of its residents were elderly, reserved folk clinging to routine and tradition.
And this was nearly a decade ago, when the internet was still in its trial phase, and services barely touched such remote corners.
It was little wonder, then, that a man like Magnus Harrow could slip in and bend their fading wills to his own.
