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He watches the woman and her dog walk back down the alley. She stops and draws her finger through the air, as if she were writing something on the sky. The mist swirls and snakes around her like a great pale cat. It draws itself into a shape like an archway or a door. She steps through it, and is gone.
~ Alix E. Harrow,
The Ten Thousand Doors of January
The Ten Thousand Doors of January
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