Cellar Doors by Lance La Coax
On the outskirts of Willow, in the shadow of a frostbitten hillside, a pair of oak doors stand against the February cold. Doors that hide an ancient secret. A secret as old and decayed as the Earth itself. And through the hollows, the lingering echo of ch
On the outskirts of Willow, in the shadow of a frostbitten hillside, a pair of oak doors stand against the February cold. Doors that hide an ancient secret. A secret as old and decayed as the Earth itself. And through the hollows, the lingering echo of ch
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