Rumors had persisted for years that a mysterious “dome” stood somewhere in the woods about two miles west of my hometown, Hansburg, Virginia. We heard it was used by witches for naked ceremonies, or as a Civil Defense Radar Station, or drinking, and one story said that words appeared and disappeared on the walls, and in freezing weather, a colorful magnetic aura hovered over the dome. Roger thought it should be aurora, not aura, so when I wrote about it in the high school paper, I slipped in both words. (From Chapter 1, “The Dome in the Woods”, Art by Nick Dunkenstein)
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