Julia had spent most of her life in the city and at age 35 she gave every appearance of being a sophisticated woman and quite able to take care of herself. Yet to an outsider it might seem odd that she was stepping off a train at what looked like an abandoned station but Julia had her reasons. For the past three years she had cared for her ailing father. Now he was dead and before taking up a new life she wanted to satisfy a long curiosity to visit her one remaining relative, an uncle she has never met but with whom she had corresponded. She had always wondered why her father had been reluctant to talk about his older brother Caleb who lived on a remote mountaintop in a house, which he named Oblivion.