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Appalachia: Into the Pines

Footage plays on the television as a new story comes on, showing a series of sweeping vistas, intercut with clips of wolves that have clearly been filmed at some local wildlife sanctuary. "As far as anyone knows it, the last wolf to ever freely roam the Allegheny Mountains was slain in West Virginia in 1897. Daniel Stoffer Hamrick saw to the beast's passing, and the woods in our part of the world have gone quieter ever since. Appalachia does not forget its history, though. It buries it beneath coal and flyash, debts and white powder and pills. And the blood of people taken before their time, by the mines, by the mountain, by things we don't have names for, just hurt. But Appalachia does not forget.

"This is Cindy Parsons with Channel 5, Wolf News." Footage cuts to a newscaster standing outside a gated apartment complex with FYRE's logo emblazoned on it. "As we know, our beloved Wolf Pen is home to one of the biggest FYRE worker housing complexes in Wyoming County. It is a monument to the history of our town, and this week, we'll be on the lookout for visitors from all over the country, coming to see the grand re-opening of the historic Bluestone Mine as a museum."

Footage cuts to a nondescript businessman, identified by the news footage as Carl Watts, CEO of FYRE. He's smiling blandly as he stands at a podium and gestures to the entrance of the mining tunnel behind him. "The Wolf Pen community has been a partner to us for decades now, and we knew it was finally time to give something back to all y’all. We'll have our soft opening on Monday with a full Rumble Down Under party in the old mines scheduled for June 15th. We'll have a live bluegrass concert and anticipate a huge influx of tourists to the area to help out our neighbors itching for a few more pocketbooks to tend to." A wink.

The footage returns to Cindy. "FYRE has stated that this new museum will provide an educational tool and tourist attraction for those wanting to learn about West Virginia, Wolf Pen, and the hard-working men and women who have made this beautiful part of our nation their home. Time will tell. Time is always telling when it comes to the promises of people who have used our land and our bodies to line their pocketbooks. They fill our blood and our lungs with black tar and-"

Cindy cuts out and is replaced by in-studio anchors. "Thank you, Cindy!" a blonde woman says, smile just a little strained. "I think we're all looking forward to seeing the big opening by FYRE on Sunday and that rocking good party next month. It should be a gneiss one! Now to Tim with the weather. Tim?"

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Dunno why you're asking me if I'm drugged when you saw the same things I did, [ he points out. ] What about you? Did you leave a drinking glass unattended anywhere?

I'm asking myself these same questions too, in my head.

But, no, I didn't.

So if all this is happening and we can't find something that could explain a hallucination for both of us...then we're not hallucinating and it's really happening.

[Misty sighs, running a hand through her hair.]

Probably.

[It's not the most comforting answer, but it feels like the most likely one at this point.]

But then-- what were they? They were so-- so.

[So tangible. So real. She runs her fingers over her arms and belly, checking for wounds she can still remember feeling but that aren't there.]

They weren't real, [ Hickey says, more for himself than for Misty. He could feel the teeth, feel the claws still tearing into him. But he's not hurt, is he? He's up in one piece. And if he tells himself this enough, maybe he'll believe it. ]

It's some supernatural nonsense playing silly games. They aren't real.

Supernatural nonsense playing silly games is still real. So they were real, but they weren't...

[She trails off, picking up the pace a little.]

It doesn't matter! We're fine.

We are fine, [ Hickey says, to reassure them both. ] It's—

[ But his words are cut off as he hears more howling in the distance. Fuck that's not good. ]

We need to go.

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