Ten years ago, a story was told in hushed tones around local campfires—a cautionary tale that quickly faded into folklore. It was the story of a hunter, a man who knew the sprawling woods of Blackwood Creek better than his own reflection. He went in at dawn, chasing a rumor of a legendary stag. He emerged at dusk, but for him, twelve hours had vanished from existence. He stumbled out of the tre...
