The Daughter of Smoke and Storm

Suddenly, the feel of icy fingertips ghosted my arm as I inched further into the darkness. Each fingertip grazing my skin, made the hair on the back of my neck raise in warning. Each footstep was calculated, assuring yet graceful as I worked my way through the suffocating mist. Unable to see, rendering me temporarily blind. Whispers came at me from every direction, flooding my senses. I stilled when my foot slipped and an overwhelming metallic scent wafted its way from the ground up. I reached low, my hands out in front of me, feeling my way forward. The whispers got louder the closer I got to the ground. My mouth hardened as...

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