
The Perpetual Glow
I thought I knew every inch of Black Peak, until a lantern‑bright glow appeared in the fog and began moving toward me, like it had been waiting.
This is the one hike I can’t explain away. I’d spent years on those mountains, confident, experienced, unshakeable. But the day the fog rolled in, I saw a warm, amber light drifting through the trees, too steady to be a reflection, and too old‑fashioned to be a headlamp.
I followed it at first, thinking it was another hiker. Then it stopped responding to my calls. Then it circled me. Silently. Perfectly. Like it wasn’t being carried at all.
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