You stumble on the door quite unexpectedly, hidden away in a
moss-covered cleft beneath the tree line. No path or trail leads to it,
nor any sign that any save a few wild beasts know of its existence. The
door is stout however and little weathered by time . . ..
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I love that picture! Is it a real place?
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