What was the message carved into the wall beneath those fingernail scratches? He had taken a photo of the faint letters before the wind hit him, but when he checked his camera later, the file was corrupted beyond repair.
The new owners have since cleared the land, but locals say the area remains strangely quiet. No birds sing near the spot where the mine entrance once stood, and the air always feels a few degrees colder than the rest of the forest.
Christopher now lives in a modest apartment in the city, surrounded by the comforting noise of traffic and neighbors. He no longer craves the silence of the woods or the thrill of discovery.
He realized that some treasures are better left buried, and some portals should never be opened. As for the entity that lived in the darkness beneath his feet? He can only hope it stayed behind when he closed the door for the last time.
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