Spiralrunning at the Witches Sabbat

The last leg of the drive to Raven's Knoll occurred in some of the thickest fog I've ever seen outside of the coast of Nova Scotia, and we could barely see three feet ahead of the windshield. I told my partner I'd blow the fog away, and he responded that he doubted my otherworldly abilities… Continue reading Spiralrunning at the Witches Sabbat