The Door in the HillsWe left before dawn.Cora moved faster than a woman her age had any right to. She walked ahead of me up the path with a lantern in one hand and a staff in the other, and she did not stumble, slow or speak. The hills rose around us as the light came up grey and cold, and by the time the sun had cleared the ridge we had left the village far behind and were walking into country that did not look like any country I had ever seen.The trees grew wrong here. Too close together, too tall, their branches twisted into shapes that my ordinary eyes could not quite follow. The ground was soft underfoot in a way that had nothing to do with rain. The air was still. Not quiet, still. The way a room is still when someone has just stopped talking."You feel it," Cora said. It was the first thing she had said in an hour."I feel something," I said."You feel it because you are still of the line, even without the gift. The line does not leave you when the gift does. It only goes qu
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