[Going somewhere he shouldn't have. Story of his life and death and undeath and the past eleven years. He's trekking through the fog and he's starting to build the terribly sickly fear that, like he wound up trapped in the Outlands, he's going to be trapped here. How long will it last this time?
Weeks?
Months?
Years?
No. But only because he knows he doesn't have that long.
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Weeks?
Months?
Years?
No. But only because he knows he doesn't have that long.
Not just because he's being watched.]
Hello? Is someone out there? Anyone!?