I had to hold it up to keep it from dragging on the street, but it felt good, and my last few shivers quietly subsided. He removed his large, thick cape and draped it over my shoulders. “Stop that chattering or we’ll have to go back and sit by the fire,” said my companion. Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, If not for the violent sound of the waves against the rocks somewhere far below, one might suppose our lands were an island in the sky. As far as the eye can see, nothing but white, puffy mist, as if we hang in the clouds and to step off the edge would leave us falling for days. If you look over the edge, there lies a mist a few feet below so thick, you can’t see the water. At every locality where ocean meets land, there are the cliffs of dark, jagged rocks.
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