The old wise wizard stood upon the ancient stone bridge, watching the dense white haze lazily roll across the lowlands of the Misty Meadows. Legends spoke of this morning fog as a veil that hid the paths to astral realms, a mystery that remained unsolved for centuries. The pale crystal atop his wood
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