“It was cool against my skin, sound seemed to dampen and distort as we rode in; the hum of my moped died to a low drone, the clopping footfalls of Ferraro’s horse faded to a whisper. On we rode, ‘cause what the hell else were we gonna do? But damn did this place give me the friggin’ heebie-jeebies. Another few minutes and the mists became complete and all consuming, just an endless wall of gray in every direction. As sight faded away, so too did the world—things sorta thinned out, became fluid a...nd somehow less substantial. “You okay, Ferraro?” I called out, unable to see her in the gray soup around us. “Yeah,” she said, her voice sounding far away and distorted, even though she was likely no more than a couple of feet from me. “I feel a little sick though. Woozy, lightheaded. I think I might vomit. Is … is this normal?” I nodded my head, then felt like an idiot since there was no way she could she me.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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