The Road Less Travelled

An exploration of the unfathomably strange possibilities of dimensional travel

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I remain convinced that if anyone else had found the cylinder, there would be no story to tell. A well adjusted person would've taken it to the police, to a pawn shop, or simply left it buried. Curiosity kills the cat, if it's lucky.

The logging woods were my secret refuge from the concrete and asphalt monstrosity where I lived and worked the other six d…