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The mist hung heavy as the sun sank below the horizon. The streetlamps morphed into ghostly apparitions, dimly guiding her way. She pulled her cloak closer to ward off the chill.
Ahead, Gale’s tower stood like a lighthouse against the damp, cold night. Only a few more steps and Thalassa would be home.
The mist thickened into a denser fog, muffling the world further. Except… were those footsteps? She had had the street to herself for several blocks now. She paused, listening. Nothing. She took a few steps; the sound resumed. Heart hammering, she hurried forward, gripping her dagger tighter.