The air smells sulfurous—overlaid with an unpleasant mingling of mildew and mold—thick with acrid moisture and almost difficult to breathe. The placid puddles of the swamp gleam in the moonlight, and though shallow, you cannot help but imagine them as bottomless. What lurks beneath the surface? What horrors wait to grasp your boots and yank you down… down into the black? The sodden ground, sucking at your boots with every step, does little to dissuade your worries.
