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Eyes of Mist ProloguePrologue:
The bells were silent. A hush lay over the plain between the river Armasin and Pherdon keep, yet there was no peace in it.
The soldier's breath came in short gasps as he trudged through wet grass and desperately tried to make out a shape or anything that could help him within the heavy mist. An icy lump of dread had formed in him when he was ordered to find out what had happened in Pherdon. Still, he followed his duty and obeyed. Now he was possibly walking right into an ambush with just a handful of men and cold sweat was running down his spine.
He had never been able to believe that Pherdon could fall. Too many times he had
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Lol, if you feel like it (and can squeeze it into your tight schedule) I'd always be overjoyed if you'd doodle Tamaril again.