Waylaid again! This time on a lonely back road that's led me to a quaint little village called Carnhollow. But where have all the people gone? And why do they seem to love cats so much?
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Waylaid again! This time on a lonely back road that's led me to a quaint little village called Carnhollow. But where have all the people gone? And why do they seem to love cats so much?
Waylaid again! This time on a lonely back road that's led me to a quaint little village called Carnhollow. But where have all the people gone? And why do they seem to love cats so much?
I'm taking a bit of a detour to "borrow" for myself the mysterious book the train conductor was meant to retrieve for the Brothers of the Yellow Sign. I know it's a stupid idea, but something tells me this book may contain important secrets that will help me help Michael. Stoker Island awaits!
One of these "Brothers of the Yellow Sign" is here on the train to Chicago. And he has somehow intercepted one of Michael's letters. I've formulated a plan to get it back, but if I'm not smart about this, the odds are good it'll end in disaster.
An unscheduled train stop in rural Nebraska leads me to make an impromptu visit to a nearby town. I should have known that, even in quaint settings as this, dark secrets may lurk just beneath the surface.
The alien landscape of the Utah desert is beautiful and serene, but an uncanny encounter with a stranger reveals secrets that may lie at the heart of Michael's disappearance. But can any of it be believed?
Somewhere in Nevada I find myself miles off course. Is some dark force actually working against me, hindering my progress in my quest to find Michael? Or am I losing my grip on reality altogether?
My journey to find Michael has only just begun, but car troubles have waylaid me in Barstow of all places. And I still can't shake the feeling I'm being followed.
Waylaid again! This time on a lonely back road that's led me to a quaint little village called Carnhollow. But where have all the people gone? And why do they seem to love cats so much?
