Mists of Blackfen Bog
The stink of the brown waters assaulted my nose. Reeds decayed in mirror-still shallows, and the tattered carcass of a fen ray bobbed under the greedy attention of a crow. Vapors oozed from the spongy earth. As the sun descended, they chilled and thickened into mist. Perched upon the snowy flanks of the Moonfall Mountains, [...]
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