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Lena Voss decided before anyone suggested it.

The sun was going down. The search had found one merchant token and left everyone with more questions than before. Moving a fully loaded caravan through mountain terrain in the dark was not something she was willing to do. She directed the wagons into a tight circle on the wider section of road and had the fires lit before the last daylight left the cliff tops.

The merchants and guards went through their usual evening routines. Food was prepared. Bedrolls were laid out. Guards took their positions around the wagon perimeter and began their watch rotations. On the surface, it looked like any other night on the road.

But the atmosphere was different.

People spoke with lower voices than usual. The looks passing between experienced travelers carried more weight than an ordinary camp stop. The merchant token was now sitting in Lena Voss's coat pocket, and everyone in camp understood what finding it meant.

The missing caravan was not going to emerge from the western end of the pass with a reasonable explanation for its delay. Something had happened to it here in these mountains. Nobody knew what.

Theories began moving through the camp shortly after the fires were lit.

Bandits came up first and most often. The logic was straightforward enough. A large, coordinated group operating from hidden positions in the cliffs could overwhelm even a well-guarded caravan if the timing was right. Most people found this explanation comfortable because bandits were a familiar problem with familiar solutions.

The problem was the evidence. Bandits always left something behind. Cargo is too heavy to carry quickly. People who were not worth keeping. Equipment that was not worth the trouble. A successful bandit raid left a untidy scene. This pass had left nothing at all.

Spirit beasts were the second most common explanation. The mountain range was old enough and large enough to support powerful creatures that rarely appeared near trade roads. A group of strong beasts attacking simultaneously could theoretically destroy a caravan quickly. But the spirit beast attacks were violent and physical. They left blood, broken materials, torn wagons, and signs of struggle spread across a wide area. The pass had produced none of that.

The third theory was quieter and spoken by fewer people. Some believed a hidden clan was operating inside the mountains, controlling what passed through the route and doing so without anyone outside knowing. It was the hardest theory to dismiss outright, because it at least accounted for intelligent planning behind the disappearance. It also had no evidence supporting it.

After all three theories had been discussed and found lacking, the camp settled into a silence that said more than the conversations had. Nobody had a better answer. The uncertainty was the thing that troubled everyone most.

Robert, Sai, Ronan, and Eissa gathered near their assigned wagon and went through everything they had collected during the day.

Sai listed it clearly. The abandoned campsite had stayed completely dry though rain had recently run down the cliff face above it. The wagon wheel tracks stopped mid-road without turning or fading. The section of the pass where all sound had cut out for several hundred meters. The merchant token was partially buried under loose stone with nothing else around it.

Each piece of evidence was strange on its own. Together, they pointed towards something larger. Not towards an answer, but towards a clear pattern. Multiple unexplainable details appeared in a single day of travel through the exact section of the pass where over a hundred people had vanished. That was not an ordinary coincidence.

Ronan asked the most direct question of the evening. What could actually remove a hundred people, their wagons, their cargo, and all their guards from a mountain road without leaving any physical trace behind? He meant it seriously, not as a rhetorical challenge. Neither Sai nor Eissa had a clean answer.

Robert turned the question inward and directed it at the system.

What caused the caravan to disappear?

The system's reply was the same as before.

Insufficient information. Investigation Progress Too Low. Recommendation: Acquire Additional Evidence.

He asked a second question.

Was the merchant token left there on purpose?

Probability Analysis Unavailable. Recommandation: Continue investigation.

Both answers said the same thing in different ways. The system could point him in a direction, but it could not give him the answers directly. He would have to find them himself, the same way he found most things, through patience and observation and continuing to look even when nothing was immediately obvious.

He turned his attention back to the camp.

Full darkness had settled over the pass when one of the western perimeter guards spoke up.

He kept his voice low at first, directing his words to the guard besides him rather than calling out to the whole camp. He had seen a light. Not inside the perimeter. Out in the pass beyond the firelight, between the cliffs, where the road continued west into darkness.

The first assumption was simple. Another traveller moving through the pass at night. Unusual, but possible.

The camp's watch stayed in position and observed.

The light appeared again in the same area. Then it went out. Then it reappeared, this time noticeably further west than before. A moment later it was gone completely.

No one approached the camp from that direction. No footsteps. No voices. Nothing.

A person carrying a lamp on the road would have kept moving towards the camp or continued past it. This light had appeared, shifted position, and vanished. It had not travelled in any direction a person walking would travel.

Four guards confirmed they had seen it. Their descriptions of its colour and size did not quite match, but all four agreed that something had been briefly visible in the darkness beyond camp and had then stopped existing without explanation.

Lena Voss moved through the camp and made her instruction clear. No one was to leave the perimeter before morning. She said it once, without raising her voice, and no one argued. The caravan had already encountered enough evidence of unexplained disappearances to understand that staying inside the firelight was the correct response.

Robert watched the western section of the pass from his position besides the wagon. He directed a question towards the system.

Nothing came back.

No notification. No recommendation. Not even a message saying the question could not be answered. The system simply stayed silent, the same silence it produced when a query fell completely outside what it could currently evaluate.

He sat with that silence for a long time. In some ways, it troubled him more than a negative answer would have.

Close to midnight, an update appeared at the edge of his vision.

Investigation Progress: 12%

No explanation came with it. Nothing had happened in the hours since the night has arrived. He hadn't discovered any new evidence or solved a mystery. The number had just gone up on its own, simply by keeping an eye on it.

He took some time to think it through and landed on a pretty straightforward conclusion. He recognized that observation played a role too. So, he opted to stick around the camp rather than go after it.

Noticing what the guards reported and what the darkness concealed. The investigation registered sustained attention as a form of progress, even when that attention did not immediately produce answers.

He noted it, let it settle, and then went to sleep. Sai took the first half of the night watch, and Ronan took the second.

Eissa woke him before dawn.

She said only that she had found something outside the perimeter and that he should come look.

He followed her past the outer wagon line to a section of exposed rock between two large boulders that had been used as natural anchors for the camp's edge. In the accumulated dust and grit along the cliff base, footprints were visible.

Old ones, with soft edges, the kind of print that formed when something had been sitting undisturbed for a period of time rather than made recently.

Human-sized. The spacing between them suggested a walking pace.

The prints came from the loose rock debris to the left and moved towards a narrow gap between two sections of cliff wall about fifteen metres from the camp's outer line. The gap was tight enough that a person would need to turn sideways to fit through, but a person could fit through.

The tracks went in.

Nothing came back out.

Robert crouched besides the prints and studied them carefully without touching anything. Sai stood behind him, already writing notes. Ronan examined the cliff face above the gap, checking whether anything might be positioned higher up on the rock.

Eissa stood apart from the others, looking directly at the gap itself with the steady, focused attention she brought to things that required careful thought rather than quick conclusions.

The gap was dark inside. The pre-dawn light was not yet strong enough to show what existed beyond the first metre of depth.

Robert checked the ground between the camp perimeter and where they were standing a second time, looking carefully for return tracks he might have missed. He found none.

The system updated.

Investigation Progress: 15%

The four of them stood together in the growing morning light. Behind them, the camp was beginning to stir, merchants and guards waking and preparing for another day of travel through the pass. Ahead of them, the narrow gap in the cliff waited with footprints leading into it and nothing leading back out.

The progress counter sat at fifteen per cent.

The investigation was still far from complete.