Of forces large and small, there are none greater than the Mist. It curls through the city tonight, rises, gives off little sparks when it meets with those tiny beings who came through the Door one rainy night last week
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The sky is purple and bloated at dusk, hinting at a summer storm. There's lightening in the sky over the ruins and the rumble of approaching thunder has people stepping lively again
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