Under the Whispering Door

by T.J. Klune

walk through the narthex, wearing robes as ridiculous as the church around them. The priest

He stumbled when he thought he saw movement off in the trees to his left, a great beast watching him, a crown of antlers atop its head, but it had to be a trick of the shadows because when he blinked, all he saw were branches.

“Had to scare him straight.” He paused, considering. “Something you probably don’t know a thing about, isn’t that right? Because of the whole gay—”

Hugo nodded toward a hallway at the back of the room. “Come on. You’ll like this, I think.” Wallace doubted that immensely.