Wednesday morning:
Veils of gray cloud shifted under the low ceiling. A blurred figure walked away, and several sheets of haze slid after him. I heard
xcorvis's voice and headed in his direction. He handed a fist-full of nothing to someone, and they walked away cloaked in fog.
xcorvis turned to me.
"Want some smoke?" he asked.
Walking through the cafeteria
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