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They rushed up the rungs, but even their best efforts proved to be too slow to increase the distance between them and their silent pursuer. The mist gained on them another couple of feet, and by the time they reached the last grated platform the mist licked at Drifter’s boots.
Allie climbed onto the platform but froze as a cry came from behind her. She spun around to find Drifter clinging to the last wrung. The mist-formed water had somehow wrapped around one of his ankles and tugged on his leg, trying to bring him into the folds of its pale body. The area around its grip was white with frost.
Allie dropped onto her stomach and grabbed his arms. He shook his head. “Get out of here! Now!”
She clenched her teeth and gave a pull. The mist latched on to his other leg. “Not with
