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The open sky caress the arch of star in the half lit sky. The fears of tomorrow seemed to escape the minds of the simple. The air rushed down from the hills and the chilling fog chased it. The fog smashed against the city walls like the tide against the rocks. The solider amongst the fog burred and chattered. Argumail bit down his goat. He smelled that dank air, stale with the smell of frost trolls. He ran up the wall and watched.

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