“I don’t know what kind of stuff happened when the old enrichment facility got hit,” the old-timer said. “But those bogs around it…well, they still glow something fierce at night. People that go in don’t tend to come back out, and those that do tend to give in to the sickness after just a few days. We call them the Tritium Mists, and your friend plus whoever was with them…they’re either on the other side of that, or dead.”
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March 12, 2018
From “The Tritium Mists” by Mimi Suttrist
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