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2024-10-29 19:42:56Valerik's request did nothing to quell the urge to escape.
Sethlzaar stood a while. In time his feet shuffled along the ground, picking up dirt and staining an already dirty footwear he could only assume was unpleasing to the eyes. He never prided himself in his patience, but the strength that came with silence had always borne patience behind it. In the mist, however, that patience proved to elude him.
He stood for what seemed hours. Eventually, his legs shook from fatigue. Valerik had asked him not to leave where he stood, but the man never demanded he remain standing. So, shuffling his feet and clearing the floor beneath him, he sat on the dirt.
The mist continued its swirl around him. He soon began finding a companionship with it. It cascaded over him, leaving no sign of its existence on his skin. But he felt it like a motherly touch even if it was one he conjured up for the sake of his sanity, that he may not lose i
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