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"there used to be a place," he said. he spoke of warm sunlight and puffy clouds. a few industrial buildings reclaimed by nature scattered in a tightly-knit forest of tall pines. "at morning time thick mist hung over the lake. it covered the tracks."

"tracks?" he sniffed theatrically, leaning close into my personal space. "from running in the moonlight. you run, don't you?" i smiled tightly. "what's it called then?" he didn't say. he was pissed beyond reason, i thought. his shaky handwriting on the crumpled napkin make me scoff. i scoffed the whole drive, shooting it occasional glances as it vibrated on the passanger seat with every bump in the road. moonwood mill wasn't real. there was no magical ghost town in the mountains, safely tucked away from prying eyes and satelites. just a drunken man's ramblings and me, taking another bend in the endlessly twisting road. any minute now there will be a bridge. any minute now there will be a cul de sac and finally i will be good to turn back and drive on. only, incredibly, impossibly... the bridge opened up. it creaked in the wind and shook under the tires. there was a sign above it, weather beaten and impossible to read. the chimneys rose from the gover of the evergreens. they looked like greedy demon fingers reaching out from the ground. the town was in the demon's palm - four or five old factory buildings interconnected by dusty forest roads. i stopped the car by the tallest building, narrowing my eyes at the graffiti, half obscured by hanging ferns. it was hard for me to read through the blurry left eye. welcome to moonwood mill, it said. signed, wildfangs "deadly."