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As they reached the doorway, it seemed to waver, its stiles moving inward so that the space between them narrowed. The air grew darker and also somehow thicker, as though he fought against an oncoming wave, its force pressing against his mouth and nostrils so he couldn’t breathe, crushing his eyes like two thumbs seeking to blind him.
A Haunting on the Hill
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