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The air by the door shivered, rippling for a moment. No door appeared, and yet a darkness grew, star flecked and piercingly cold, and a flame fought towards the Bar. Distance was warped and twisted, as the flame grew closer in achingly slow moments...
Closer, and closer yet, until the woman wrapped within the flame's hold could hook a hand, dripping blood and strained to gauntness, on the wood at the edges of the opening. Rachel had been gone a while...
...and now, now she was almost home.
Closer, and closer yet, until the woman wrapped within the flame's hold could hook a hand, dripping blood and strained to gauntness, on the wood at the edges of the opening. Rachel had been gone a while...
...and now, now she was almost home.