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And so there I was on Ol’ Hollow Oak Lane, a wrong turn or two down from Elm Street and Main, a road that at nighttime was so dimly lit even cats holding flashlights could not see one bit. Yes, Ol’ Hollow Oak Lane was a lane hardly traveled, an endless dirt road with some parts slightly graveled, a long winding path through a deep darkened wood, where no one ever goes, and
