The Faded Masquerade

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The mist did not rise from the valley floor so much as it exhaled from the earth itself, a slow, grey breath that swallowed the jagged peaks of the Cairngorms in a suffocating embrace, and I stood there in the hollow of the old watchtower, watching the shadows lengthen until they seemed to detach themselves from the stones and move with a terrible, independent will, for I had not seen the sky...

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