9/19/2025, 5:34 PM
The boy could not smell the woman. The mist turned to dew on his bisected nose, his whiskers, his brow.
A voice came from further ahead in the eerie fog, accented, stern, and commanding. His brow furrowed and an uneasy feeling prickled down his spine. He knew this stranger woman's tongue deep within himself. The lilts of her voice took no effort to decipher, unlike other wolves of other tongues.
He obeyed her command with stiff and reluctant strides, but soon lowered his guard to stare, awestruck, at the monolithic stone structures looking at the edges of what he could see.
What is this place?
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