And there, emblazoned upon the tree, the marked spot with a cross and the letters R and P. And then the path was gone, blending as quickly as the Mists receded. But as I stood looking back, I knew that I had witnessed the grand confrontation of the Red Palmetto and the Mists. If not for the descending of heavenly Grace, it is certain I would have succumbed to the overwhelmingly powerful Mist.
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