The fog was thick. Thick as a thick, thick bowl of fog soup. Everywhere young Nicky Rostov turned he saw the dense white of the horrible thick fog. It was like being inside a pie made entirely of milk.  "Hello!" he shouted "It's me Nicky Rostov is anyone there?" The thick, milky fog consumed his words like a pack of pigeons around an unlucky chip."I'm here to fight the French... I'm not scared" he shouted, a little too loudly.Just then, through the thick horrible milky white fog, he saw an even whiter thing, white and bright as if a lighthouse were sailing across the battlefield.As Nicky drew closer he saw it for what it was - a single, impeccably white glove, drifting down from the high cliff.How did this glove get here? Where were the French? WHY was there so much fog?!A short excerpt from:War and Peace 2: There Will Be FogBy WAPIN7's Steve///patreon.com/wapin7 - Support the podcast!wapin7.com/rate