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Chapter Eight: Fog.

"I think this is a horrible idea." "Probably is." "We're going to die." "Most likely." "I don't want to die." "Nobody usually does." "So why are we still heading to the fog?." Without stopping my pace, I listen in, hearing various movements around me. Ignoring the sound of mine and Jessic...

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