On the fourth morning of their stay in the ruined city of Kael-Vesper, a dense, unnatural fog rolled in from the volcanic rifts of the Caldera. The fog was not the cool, clean sea mist of the coast; it was a heavy, grey shroud of sulfurous vapor that clung to the cobblestones like damp velvet, muffling all sound and reducing visibility to less than twenty paces. In the upper courtyard…
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