[The fog. The sounds Cain hears when it rolls in wouldn't mean much to most but for him it's more than enough to raise the hairs on the back of his neck and turn his face pale.
Tea would be very welcome.]
Yeah, all right.
[He gives himself a shake and moves to take a seat.]
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Tea would be very welcome.]
Yeah, all right.
[He gives himself a shake and moves to take a seat.]