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... reshold, walking into the mist. It twisted and curled around him with every new movement, brushed to and fro by the slight wind of his passage.
It was cold. Wet, even.
The dead spores that coated the floor muffled Eriks footfalls, and the live ones that drifted through the air would have done the same to his breaths - if only he had been willing to breathe.
He wasnt. Not unless he had to.
Water dripped down Eriks face, sliding around the edge of his heavily-squint ...
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