Sol stops by the cliffside, the flaming branch flickering with the wind. "See all that? That fog hasn't left since Tiva and Ivaylo died." You peer over her shoulder. The thought alone makes your hackles prickle. "What is it there for?" You ask, swallowing the lump in your throat. Sol sighs, shaking her head. "I don't know. But that's why you're here, right?"
