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The sign read "Keep out: No Trespassing." I would know. I passed it every day on the way home from work. Sometime after the first three years, it had implanted itself into memory, a permanent picture of that rusty chain-link fence and the bent metal sign with peeling paint. I had never thought it was important, just another person trying to protect their property, but I had found it a bit odd. It didn't quite make sense to me that someone would even bother trying to protect the place behind the fence. I had never, if I was going to be honest, actually seen the property that was behind that fence. It was always obscured by thick fog and mist, impossible to see through. And, although it was probably just my wild imagination, the sky over that area always seemed to be gray. Not the soft gray with wispy clouds that made you want to curl up inside and prepare to watch the rain, but the gray slate sky, the one that looked like the entire sky had fallen apart and left nothing in its place. They sky over that fence was the kind of thing from which theories of demons and the end of the world were born.
I, of course, had never actually stopped and tried to see what was inside of that fence. I had considered it many times, and my curiosity had come very close to convincing me, but there was always something that stopped me. I wasn't really sure what that something was, although I had tried to discern it often enough. It could have been fear, however irrational, of something behind that fence, or of the sky, or of something else I couldn't explain, but somehow I didn't think that was it.
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