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“But I would advise you to be content with the picture and not go to Mistveil.”

“I have to go,” I retorted. A little later, he met the first inhabitants, who looked at him in astonishment. I think it’s easier to get to it from the other side of the mountain and most of them end up this way.”

“You can keep the photo,” the old man said, seeing how admiringly I looked at the girl in the picture. After he finished his story, he had another glass of whisky and then brought an old photo album. I kept walking and soon the fog became so compact that I could barely see a few steps ahead of me. She accelerated faster and faster and at one point, her moans turned into a piercing scream as she climaxed. The next morning I put some sandwiches and a jerry can of water in my backpack and set off in the direction the old man had indicated.