He grabbed his flashlight and the heavy canvas bag from the passenger seat. The gravel crunched under his boots as he started down the overgrown trail. The air grew colder with every step, a damp chill that seeped through his flannel shirt. It smelled of wet slate and something else—something sharp and metallic, like ozone before a lightning strike.
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He checked the glass vials in his bag. He wasn't here to rescue his brother—he had given up that hope a decade ago. He was here to catch the Moon Slough. It was a folklore legend: during a blue moon, the boundary between the living world and the Deep thinned. The water, if caught in a glass vial under specific conditions, would turn into a luminescent liquid called 'Tears of the Moon.' It sold for a fortune to private collectors who believed it could cure incurable diseases.