Stripped and Sold for Parts 124

PART D (The Fog)

Drawing of fog with what resembles a face

Come, we must expel the alien. Feel it set and irritate the linings of our seismic tunnel lair. Its shards and spines tear at sacred walls.

Push it out.

Here we come. It is our time now. Hear the sucking sound. The whoosh.

Get ready!

We rise, arcing up and out.

The pause right at the top…

And then…

ACHOO!

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