“Well, it's a start.” He clenched his hands tightly. “You can do it Dave, you can do it.” Dave recited the phrase like it was a magic spell for him.
The old building stood on the edge of a hill, far from the carriageway and too quiet for an industrial building. The walls were half-collapsed, covered in moss and wild tree roots. The roof had holes, and only a few window panes remained in its dull frame. There was no signboard. There was no sign whatsoever that this place had ever been used.
But Dave knew that this place was not dead.
He approached slowly from the west side, his steps light among the tall weeds and muddy ground. The wind carried the scent of rusting metal and old dust. The moonlight barely penetrated the clouds that night, giving just enough darkness to hide his movements
