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... alone.
Visibility within the fog was very low, and a damp smell immediately hit him, mixed with a faint burnt odor and a slight scent of blood.
All around was deathly still; he could only hear his own breathing, as if the fog had already turned into a land of the dead.
He held the Silver Dawn in one hand and the Soul Cleansing Banner in the other, vigilant of the surrounding fog.
Under normal circumstances, when the temperature drops to a certain point, the moist ...
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