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At first the city's in a stand still. No one wants to go anywhere, holed up in their houses like hibernating bears. It's probably safer at first, until the food starts running out and they grow hungry. That's when they realize that the fog isn't going anywhere and that the Stormbringers mean business.
They've crippled the bright and burning city, brought it to its knees. At first it's only the more hardened denizens that venture out, fingers running the edges of buildings to find where they need to go. Eventually everyone begins to move about in the blinding dimness of the ever present fog.
It's strange how commonplace the fog becomes. It's been here so long that most of us can't imagine negotiating a city block without it. I'd even go so far as to say it's comforting, pressing in cloud thick moisture easing my breathing, hugging me to the walls of buildings. Every time I bump into someone we laugh, a new kind of camaraderie in this crazy place.
I don't think it was their intention to create this kind of feeling. They didn't mean to put us at ease with the fog; the certainly didn't mean to bring us closer together in our beloved home.
In a strange way, I'm glad they did.
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