[ For a moment Five gave Will a headache as his brain tried to reconcile the child his eyes saw before him, and the unsettling smile, the unchildlike sarcasm. ]
Stay out of the fog, got it. [ Will said in wry tones. ] Are we sure we're not in some manner of Purgatory, or Hell?
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Stay out of the fog, got it. [ Will said in wry tones. ] Are we sure we're not in some manner of Purgatory, or Hell?