Theresa PovThe green mist pressed against the settlement walls like something waiting for a door to open.I watched it through the gap in the wooden shutters. It curled around the stones and crept beneath the gates, patient and alive.Behind me, Ken stood by the table, his long black hair spilling over the faded gold patterns on his clothes. His jaw was tight, his golden eyes fixed on me."We leave today," he said flatly."Not until I understand why this settlement worships a machine that may not be protecting them.""And the spear.""And the spear," I admitted.He exhaled through his nose, the sound of a man swallowing a lecture. "You would argue with the mist itself if it asked you to leave.""Only if it asked rudely."Before he could reply, a bell rang outside, sharp and frantic, nothing like the slow ceremonial tolling we had grown used to. Another followed, then shouting. Ken reached the door before I had my folding knife in hand.Outside, the stench of damp stone and stagnant w
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