When the murky mist wrapped around her ankles, Theresia finally realized the malice of this Lands Between.
The grayish-red vapor did not diffuse evenly; instead, it pooled and surged in the low depressions like the breath of some living creature, its sulfur-tinged moisture seeping into her clothes.
This fog was more than three times denser than when they had first entered The Lands Between, obstructing vision like soaked cotton wads.
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