It had existed as far back as anyone could remember. The forest was simply there. Covering several square miles, it was a sprawling mass of greens and browns during spring and summer. Autumn bought a heady mixture of colours, as it's inhabitants scurried around, preparing to hibernate for the years end. Winter saw a grey gloom settle in, a constant murky fog hanging in around and over the forest. It was beautiful in it's various forms, but sinister too. Because of it's natural, resplendent charm, people came, not just from around the country, but others too, soaking up some nature as they hiked through. Not all who entered found their way out. Of course the neighbouring villages offered maps and various trails to be walked but, to outsiders, the sensual lure of the forest was too much. Officially they succumbed to the elements. The locals suspected otherwise. All of this was lost on Danny, late of London, who was enjoying a gap year. After his parents divorce, and with less...
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