The damn guide led us on without answering any of my questions.
"What's the meaning of this?" "What's the city's game?" "Why are we on a bridge right now?"
The guide ignored me. I brought this up with the journalist. He just shook his head and looked out into the distance. He walked curiously, with his head trained on the mist, without any regard for where he was walking.
I heard a car's honk. Or at least, I thought I did. I spun around and surveyed the area behind us.
Nothing. Another of the realm's tests, eh? Or maybe I was going crazy. Maybe I'm going crazy. Yeah, that's it. Gotta be. I'm going crazy and I don't belong here.
I didn't belong there.
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