They trudged forward, the cliffs looming somewhere unseen ahead. Samantha’s flashlight quivered in her grip. Without warning, the mist began to pour down from the higher ground—dense, cold, a living thing that curled around their ankles and thickened until even the nearest trees blurred into vague, ghostly shapes.
The world shrank in seconds. Flashlight beams barely cut more than a few feet into the heavy white. Samantha squinted hard, trying to pierce the gloom, but everything ahead melted into formless gray. A knot of dread twisted in her stomach. If Juniper was nearby, they would never see him.