The only truth. There are doors, once passed through, that lock forever. His youth, that long hallway of endless open doors, was behind him, apparent only in hindsight. Alastair couldn’t even see thirty feet into his future. In this moment, all these thoughts rushed through Alastair’s mind. The mist and the wind of the falls toyed with his hair. He had to choose. Alastair tightened the strap on his backpack, turned on every flashlight he had, and faced the cave and the one true monster—the unknown.
