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... us choose opposite directions..." murmured the Lord of the Mist.
The fire in the room had already gone out, and outside, fluffy snowflakes were falling.
He pushed open the door and walked down the steps, leaving long trails in the snow with his footprints.
The entire city was silent, the Lord of the Mist moved slowly, stopping before each person on the street, seemingly to memorize their appearance or perhaps simply enjoying being among them.
He took a deep breat ...
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