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... s along the fancier side of the BeaverCleaver, arms crossed over the rails and back bent forwards so that I could rest my head on my forearms. I was beat. Even with the exercise with Bastion, I was still a little under the weather.
I was getting better though. Still, a day of gallivanting around Insmouth and trying out different things had left me dead on my feet.
Below, the fog the villagers had warned us about roiled and twisted, almost like the waves in the nearby bay. I could ...
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