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The front door opens, letting in the dark and the cold and the light, and the faintest hint of song.
There is a flash of vast black wings, and then a tall skinny man in a ragged dark coat is standing there, instead.
He is not smiling, and there are faint lines framing his mouth and eyes.
It might be weariness.
Raven pauses just beyond the threshold, hand still on the door.
Then he takes a breath, lets it out, and moves forward.
His hand leaves the door, and he doesn't look behind him as it swings shut.
click
There is a flash of vast black wings, and then a tall skinny man in a ragged dark coat is standing there, instead.
He is not smiling, and there are faint lines framing his mouth and eyes.
It might be weariness.
Raven pauses just beyond the threshold, hand still on the door.
Then he takes a breath, lets it out, and moves forward.
His hand leaves the door, and he doesn't look behind him as it swings shut.
click