Three years ago, fleeing from the hungry mist and the pressures of the ever manipulative, intimidating, and deceptive ways of Ghezresh and his followers, people fled from the main island to a place of safety on the northern edge of the island. Huddled and afraid, they found comfort in the fact that for the first time in over a year they had escaped the hungry mist and the dreamy, drugged denizens that kept trying to offer them salvation by embracing something that they were unwilling to embrace.
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