The Fog On the Table FlatsThe Fog On the Table FlatsCopyright (c) 2010 Mariko PrattAsp Dalton was looking out the window of a seventh floor room of the Bartelzoff Arms, his wife was filing her claws. The evening fog was beginning to drift up the canyons below the Tablelands. It was a peaceful and pleasant scene but something was bothering Asp. Something was not right, he was starting to feel queasy and he knew it was not something he ate. He continued looking for something of significance, some oddity which was possibly causing his unease.It was while he was looking at a grove of evergreen trees towards the Southwest, he saw a blurring and twisting as if an invisible lens had refracted the image. He sat down on the cushioned window seat with an instantly throbbing head,"Maureen, could you give me the Iseing Stone, I think I've just seen a Lagamor.""Hmmm," Maureen paused in her task to scrutinize one set of meticulously lacquered digits. " "Hmmm," sh
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