The Land of the Dead...A reek of boiling sewage, coal gas and burning plastics...oil patches...roller coasters and Ferris wheels overgrown with rank weeds and vines. I can't find Ruski. I am calling his name..."Ruski! Ruski! Ruski!"
A deep feeling of sadness and foreboding.
"I shouldn't have brought him out here!"
I wake up with tears streaming down my face.
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