The first three links were broken. The fourth led to a site that looked like it hadn't been updated since the dial-up era. He clicked "Download."

He wasn't looking for just any book. He wanted the lost memoirs of his grandfather, a man who had survived the 1950s wilderness with nothing but a rifle and a rusted compass. Rumor had it a local historian had digitized the diary before disappearing into the woods himself.

April 29th. The frost is deep. If you are reading this, you are at the cabin. Look under the floorboards near the stove.

Anton froze. He looked down at the scarred wood beneath his feet. He wasn't just reading a story; he was reading a map left specifically for the person sitting in his chair seventy years later.