When we finally reach the edge of the Blacklands, both guys are on guard. Their gazes drift toward the ominous black mist rising from the earth and hovering far above the top canopy of the trees, blending into the already black sky. “It’s really not that bad,” I assure them. They both stare at me in disbelief. I can’t help but grin. “I lasted in there for three years, and you two babies are scared to walk inside for three hours?” To be fair, it’ll be a longer trek than that, but I don’t share that tidbit. They’re rattled enough as it is. From what I recall Jim telling me, it’s at least a
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