The Dark Device of the Great Chasm, Chapter 27

Amates 31, 1277. Later that same morning. A brief hike between the rocks and into the lion’s den...

   The wind howled like an angry ghost by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon. We moved quietly, or as quiet as the occasional loose rock allowed. Fortunately, the silvery-white fog covered our hike and muffled most of the sound. The closer we got to the canyon floor, the thicker the fog became. I had never seen fog this thick. It was almost like smoke. At one point, I wondered if it was f...