Searching The Marked Spots
With marked locations in hand, we headed to the library, diving into microfiche and dusty old records. Each site appeared in places otherwise known for their unremarkable obscurity, which only added to the intrigue. “Funny how these spots keep turning up,” Smith remarked, his brow furrowed as we flipped through brittle, yellowed pages. Despite the passage of time clouding the details, our path was becoming clearer. A trail was emerging—gradual and elusive, like whispers of the past revealing long-buried secrets.
Searching The Marked Spots
The Cabin Suggestion
After hours poring over records, Smith leaned back and tapped his pen thoughtfully. “There’s a cabin nearby,” he said, gesturing toward the map. “Might be worth a look.” The cabin was tucked away along forgotten, dusty trails, much like everything else we’d unearthed so far. “Feels like a long shot,” I replied, my curiosity already stirring. “But it could be a lead.” The idea sparked a flicker of hope between us. Maybe that old hunting cabin held the answers we’d been chasing.
The Cabin Suggestion
