The mist was thick and the air stifling but I could see a city. A massive city that stretched for miles beyond counting. It was quiet and I never saw a soul but there was something even more unsettling. A feeling of being watched. A monster I couldn’t see dwelled within the mists. Please don’t make me go back there. I don’t need to see the devil to know that he exists.
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