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... d in an almost perpetual veil of fog. Though not as bitterly cold as the Kingdom of Eira, the air here was crisp and damp, carrying the scent of earth and rain.
"Watch your step. Stay close to the person in front of you," commanded Sir Dusan, his voice firm but quiet. "With this fog, we can barely see a few feet ahead." As the highest-ranking General of the Nightwarden, he led the way with steady confidence, his silhouette barely visible in the thick mist.
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