
by smdsujon0099
There was a door that no one remembered building. It stood at the edge of the world, right where the mountains crumbled into an endless sea of clouds. The locals called it many names over the centuries—Heaven's Threshold, the Final Gate, the Door of No Return. But the name carved into its ancient stone frame, in letters that glowed faintly under starlight, was simply: The Heavenly Door.
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