Throughout human history disappearances in the wilderness are not unheard of. In the past, the huddled masses equated it to fairies, witches, demons, wolves, and a million and one things in-between. In the now, it's simply accepted that sometimes . . . Sometimes, if you wander too far into old woods with climbing moss and silent air, breathe too long in the presence of sleeping mountains, or look away from the mouth of a dripping cave . . . you may not be returning to civilization.

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