The Drowned Hand is a broad coastal frontier of salt marshes, tidal flats, drowned roads, and unstable channels. Its scattered communities survive through fishing, salvage, pilgrimage, and smuggling while competing over relics left by a fallen divinity. Each new moon, an enormous stone-gray hand rises from the marsh, exposing doors in its knuckles. Every working of magic leaves a visible trace here, making secrecy difficult and every miracle potentially dangerous.