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Hiawatha National Forest
October 23rd 2032
Before he left Nick Moore had entered into his truck’s GPS system the coordinates that would get him as close to the abandoned quarry as possible. The map displayed on the monitor showed the nearest point was an old path that used to connect the site with forest service access roads but had been blocked by a wooden berm half a mile away. He came to a halt beside the rotting timbers.
He waited, not quite sure why he’d come here. But as soon as he’d left the casino, a feeling in his whole being directed him to this spot. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant, more like an intuitive or outside push telling him where he had to go. Finally he realized it was a kind of excited anticipation.
He got out and gathered up minimal gear from the truck bed – ni
