There is no telling how long these planks have been here, nor is there any indication as to who laid them or why.
The smells of sulfur and rot permeate everything around you, including your clothes and hair, and you wonder: "How did I get here? Where am I going?"
The light that you saw in the distance flickers like fire, but always seems to be just beyond the edge of the fog as the boardwalk leads you ever deeper into the bayou.
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