"I’ve murdered. I’ve lied. I’ve loved.” His voice cracked. “What an illusion! What a tangled, fantastic illusion it all is!...”
From "The Door Tree", Chapter 15
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The door tree exists on the fringes of a rotting wood, beckoning to passerby. Come, look inside.
- Katie
- Here is a place for the stories in my head--the endless little tales of wicked woodlands and conflicted gentlemen that waltz their way into my daydreams.
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