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In the heart of the brume (mist), lies a city protected from its sting. Liris knows each and every street. Of course, the Keepers could claim the same...but they cheated. She certainly didn''''t mentally probe every passerby to find the correct turn. Soon that might change, but she still had a year. Or so she thought. That hope died fast, just like all the others. Liris was yanked away from desperate arms...hers were just as thin...and forcibly marched to the gate. Was this a new beginning or simply the end? The acidic brume drifting along appeared to infer the latter.