[ Cal's hands immediately reach out to grab the ropes that stretch out on either side of him. He looks from side to side around the edges of the black hood that obscures his face. The lightning cracks in the distance, and he is reminded of the rolling thunderstorms as a kid.
How am I not crazy? It is a thought that rumbles back and forth in his head. A war between secret societies somehow made more sense than where he is now.
He slowly starts trying to make his way further on the bridge. ]
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How am I not crazy? It is a thought that rumbles back and forth in his head. A war between secret societies somehow made more sense than where he is now.
He slowly starts trying to make his way further on the bridge. ]