The party looked out over the snow-covered forests, exhausted. They'd been fleeing the King's parties for days now, and had finally reached the dreaded Shrouded Vale. Legends spoke of something that hid in the mists, eating the indolent as soon as they stopped to rest. But they had to cross it to get to safety. They felt dozens of eyes on them as they set off to cross the dangerous territory.
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