The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog here does not behave like the fog I remember from the misty moors of the northern frontier, a thick, wet wool that clung to the bone and smelled of peat and dying grass. This fog is a living thing, a pale, viscous exhalation that rises from the cracked earth of the Ashen Plain, swallowing the horizon in a seamless white void that erases the distinction between the sky and the ground. It...

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