A section of the Ebury Way, not far from the locations spoken of recently by my informant ‘COLD’. A place where, if you are unlucky, you may encounter a strange and sourceless thrumming in the air, and taste the metallic tang of ionisation at the sudden coalescing of storm clouds.
Inevitably, these are heralds of a mysterious disappearance: a party of hikers suddenly realise one of their number - who went to relieve themselves behind a nearby tree - has not returned; a lone walker, spied in the distance by a family out for the day, is lost from sight after following a brief curve in the path - but as the family soon edge round that same slight turn, they see only a long, lonely, empty stretch of track ahead of them. Needless to say, these poor lost souls are never seen again.
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