[The pitch black darkness seems to be closing in around them still. Swallowing the fog, vast and empty but small and enclosing all the same.
Still. The single lone door in front of them looms, its light on the other side bright and warm. Warmer the closer they get to it. But it waits patiently.]
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Still. The single lone door in front of them looms, its light on the other side bright and warm. Warmer the closer they get to it. But it waits patiently.]