The Wistful Witness

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The mist clung to the floor of the valley like wet wool. It was a gray, suffocating thing. It tasted of iron and rot. Elara moved through it. Her boots were heavy. They were caked in mud. The mud was black. It was sticky. It pulled at her with a wet sound. She was not a woman. She was a creature of the threshold. A half-formed spirit. Her skin was pale. It was translucent. Beneath it, veins...

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