Once again I’m posting from War’s End, a continuation from last week. Coralie has now heard most of the others from the ship, but she can’t see them, and she still has no idea of where they are or how they got there.

Cautiously she [Coralie] got to her feet.  The ground was soft, but felt solid underneath the surface goo.

“Madame Irela?” Kelty called.

“Here.  Is everyone else in this bog, too?”

“In or over, I think.”

Over? Where is he?

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