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I slipped into the rippling mirage and found the path disappeared into the depths of the woods. The bushes brushed against my legs and arms, and caught on my clothes. I pushed and pulled my way along the trail, and eighty feet into the woods the path turned a corner. The trees parted to reveal a small clearing. In the center of the clearing sat a hut made of uneven plank boards hammered to the old frame with rusted nails. The windows were small bathroom windows that were clouded to obscure the interior. A cinder block was the step, and I stepped onto it and stood before the door. A Marley knocker stood at face-level, and I gave it a good knock.
I heard a shuffling noise on the other side of the door, and the entrance opened an inch. A large, blood-shot eye stared back at me. “
