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The Misty Meadows were poorly named - not due to lack of mist, but because of a distinct lack of meadow.

It was a stifling void even on sunny days, though merry laughter often escaped it enticingly.

Only the saddest of folks ventured in never to be seen again. So we feared it.

When I stumbled into those mists, I found many friends I thought lost, happier than I'd ever seen, more themselves than ever. Protected by the veil.

I stayed.

@Teryl_Pacieco Very nice. It feels more like a Samhain tale to me than a Beltane one.
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