CHAPTER 10
Doubt everything you hear,
Reserve judgment on everything
Which your eyes see.
The World is not as it appears to be;
Everything is in shades of gray.
-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. ALBANS-
The crackling of electricity. A burst of raw energy! A blinding flash of light!
We had arrived.
The raw smell of an ancient swamp almost overwhelmed our senses. The heat and humid of this twilight hell, along with the aromas of rotting vegetation and the putrid odors of rotting flesh, assaulted our senses with a powerful intensity. Sweat began to run down our foreheads and cheeks in a flood of perspiration. The humidity, so heavy clinging to our flesh, made it almost impossible to breathe. The mist surrounding us was thick enough to hide everything from view.
“Humph!” snorted the Mauk beside
