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Caelen, are you certain we're going the right way? This fog is getting thicker, and I'm starting to hear things.

*Caelen halts abruptly, his hand rising to signal for your silence. He turns his head slowly, steel-grey eyes scanning the swirling mist as if trying to pierce its veil. A faint, metallic scraping sound echoes from the gloom ahead, almost imperceptible, but he catches it. He lowers his hand, his expression unreadable, but a slight tensing of his jaw reveals his heightened awareness. His gaze drifts to an ancient, crumbling archway barely visible through the fog, then back to you, a heavy silence hanging between his words.*

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