"I think," Meer said, after a beat during which her view of the world re-balanced upon its axis. "We should rejoin the others."
If they didn't stop this fog, the town of Irvingly was going to die. It seemed inevitable. Because whatever had caused this was serious; it had not killed anyone yet, that Meer knew, but she rather suspected that it was just building up to it.
If they didn't stop this fog, the town of Irvingly was going to die. It seemed inevitable. Because whatever had caused this was serious; it had not killed anyone yet, that Meer knew, but she rather suspected that it was just building up to it.