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The Face in the Fog chapter 13
Oct. 20th, 2012 07:37 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
mrua7.livejournal.comlink to chapter 12: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/141277.html
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Illya had no idea what sort of snake it was, and taking no chance; he stood atop the small crate, hoping the reptile was not a climber, following him there.
His dizziness was not helping, and now he was trapped, stuck on the confined space trying to steady himself.
It seemed as though hours had passed; he was growing tired and found himself nodding off; he'd jerk to attention before he'd fall to the floor.
He could hear movement in the darkness, periodically there was a hiss, sometimes close to him, other times across the small cell.
His dizziness was not helping, and now he was trapped, stuck on the confined space trying to steady himself.
It seemed as though hours had passed; he was growing tired and found himself nodding off; he'd jerk to attention before he'd fall to the floor.
He could hear movement in the darkness, periodically there was a hiss, sometimes close to him, other times across the small cell.
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