title: The mist was thick Swords glinting in the pale moon.
story: The mist was thick, but in the distance the peaks showed a faint blue-grey. The mist swirled and swirled, and as I drew near the village I could see that the road to Elian was barely visible now. There was aSwords glinting in the pale moon. She and her husband and their two children had lived in this house for thirty years. It had once been a small factory, and her husband had brought it back when he bought the land and built the