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Alcarillo was relieved to find the Barrow-Downs clear of the thick mist that had hidden the tombs from sight. Just yesterday, he ventured into the silent hills, only to find nobody waiting. The entire land was covered with an ominous fog, through which no light penentrated. The whiteness covered the land in all directions, and when he entered, Alcarillo could not see his own hands held before his face. This had of course puzzled him; never before had such fog covered the Barrow-Downs. As he left the Downs he had fortunately met a giant spider who told him that she had also tried to enter earlier, but to no avail. The fog covered everything.
But today, the Barrow-Downs were free of the sinister fog, and the only mist lay far off in the distance. The wide, open fields between the tombs and crypts were filled with friends and familiar faces. The darkness had passed, cast away by the power of the Barrow-Wight, and the merriment resumed.
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