August was twenty-one, and though her face was a curious one—pretty, yes, but with angles that didn't quite fit together. There was an oddity to her. Since childhood.It had been so long now. August had stopped keeping track of the days, and time itself seemed to go at its own pasteShe had no idea how long she'd been here—weeks? Months? It didn't matter. She was used to it. The stale air of the backroom had become familiar, comforting even. In a way, it felt like home.August tried to meditate. It was something she'd always done—sitting cross-legged, breathing deep, trying to center herself, trying to find the silence in the chaos.You see, August was an occultist. A 'witch' if you will. She has opened a door she was now trying to close.
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The back room.
رعبA haunting, atmospheric tale of self-discovery, magic, and the consequences of dabbling too deep into the unknown. The Door You Can't Close is a story about what happens when you seek answers, and find yourself lost in the questions.
