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Davey wandered barefoot along the abandoned railroad tracks behind his family’s trailer — almost stepped on a busted bottle of Jack.
He walked until he stumbled upon an old, engraved sign in the woods:
On August 17th, 1819, in this exact location, nothing happened.
Davey snorted — almost laughed — then headed home.
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