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“You sure we didn’t miss a turn?” Adam asked.
“I’m sure,” Harlan said. “I’ve only been here once, but it was pretty unforgettable.”
He stopped the truck when they reached a stone cairn. The stack of gray, lichen-covered rocks stood the height of a man, with a two-foot-high weathered, wooden cross protruding from the top. The cross was made of raw poles rather than flat, milled lumber, and Adam couldn’t tell how the crossbar had been secured. There was a matching cairn on the other side, as if they marked an entrance. Beyond the cairns, the road was bound by rows of evergreen trees on each side and disappeared from sight as it curved ahead. Additional stacks of stones appeared periodically between the trees, but none of those incorporated crosses.
Adam shivered involuntarily. He’d th
