The Gate
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Footprints in dew-bent grass end where stone begins—the hero slips through the shadows and stands at the foot of the gate passage.
Wool pulled over mouth, every foot-step landing inside the grass and the black lines between the torch circles.
One drunk blocks the path, eyelids drooping. Step softly across the threshold, or crash forward to silence his tongue forever?