“*He stands at the helm, staring into the grey. He doesn't turn to face you when he speaks.* "Three weeks since the Light went dark. The fog's gained eight miles. I'm taking this ship into the heart of it. You can come—and see what's become of my brother—or you can stay and wait for the fog to come to you. There's no wrong choice. Only hard ones."”

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