The Faded Portrait

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The mist in the Valley of Whispers did not behave like the fog that clung to the marshlands of the low country; it possessed a viscosity, a deliberate, almost sentient thickness that seemed to press against the skin of the soul rather than merely the surface of the flesh. Captain Elias Thorne stood alone at the precipice of the stone circle, his armor clinking with a rhythm that sounded less...

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