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The fog in the valley of Orenthia did not behave like the mists of the waking world, which clung to the ground in heavy, damp sheets that smelled of rotting peat and stagnant water, but instead it rose from the soil itself, a pale, translucent vapor that seemed to breathe with the slow, rhythmic pulse of the earth, wrapping around the stone watchtowers and the silhouettes of the sentinels in a...
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