On the road to Ginnungagap. I remember [She frowns up at him, pulling at her memory.] something like-- [Again. She knew a blackout when it was coming. That rushing tunnel, the creeping blackness, the way the room drops, and if she hadn't been holding onto him, the way her knees went weak would have dropped her to the floor. Something is terribly wrong.]
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Date: 2014-04-28 02:01 pm (UTC)