The Phantasm in the Fog
The Phantasm in the Fog by Tegeli The mountain weather couldn't make up its mind. Despite the nights still remembering the wet cold of the past winter, the only dampness under the scorching evening sun was the sweat on my skin. The desolation around us was tranquil, now that I could no more remember acutely the stench of smoke. Asailki was lagging behind again. Even though I had discreetly tried to take all the heavy baggage, Asai had still managed to weigh himself down. Despite...