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ChangeableJonah had to squint. Not because of sunlight, because there wasn't any. The sky was a defiant, rainy gray. It was because the place seemed to be permanently shrouded in fog. He could barely see in front of his own face.
Wait.
Why the hell was he putting himself through this? He was spiritually endowed. He had control over fog!
He placed his hands in front of himself, and concentrated. Almost instantly, the air began to clear. But right after that happened, a voice shouted from another clouded place.
“Hey! Stop! Are you not playing with a full deck?!”
A hand gripped Jonah from the shadows and pulled him into the mist. Jonah had no idea where he was being taken, as he could barely make anything out, but then, his captor pushed open a door, and pulled him inside.
The place
