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... epped into the mist, the world closed around them like a living cocoon. The air shifted from crisp mountain wind to thick vapor heavy with humidity and warmth. It clung to their skin, softened their breathing, and bent sound in strange ways. Footsteps no longer echoed. Voices dimmed to whispers even when spoken at normal volume.
The mist was not merely fog.
It felt intentional.
Alive.
Arios kept his hands linked with the girls, Lucy on his right, Liza on his left, ...
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