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Chapter Eighteen: The Door Between Worlds
The ground split with a groan that echoed through the bones of the forest.
From the altar at the Sunken Hollow, black vines burst upward-twisting like serpents, feeding on the air, drinking light. At their center, the gate trembled. The symbols across its surface throbbed like a beating heart, ancient cha