“The weight doesn’t come from metal. It comes from meaning.”
Rusted to the point of bone-pitted blackness, the Forgotten Anchor is less an object and more a sentence. Dropped onto a person, spirit, or place, it binds them—to the sea, to stillness, to silence. It can be physical, metaphysical, or spiritual, depending on the intent behind the act
The anchor has no rope. It doesn’t need one. It remembers where it was meant to drag you.
Most famously used in rites of banishment against fae who violated sea-pacts, the Forgotten Anchor can also be wielded in self-sacrifice. There are stories of people anchoring themselves to stop breaches into the world above.
Current copy locked beneath glass at the Thorne Institute. Water beneath it never stops rippling.
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