Her brother smiled. Not cruel. Not kind. Resigned—like the moment he’d been guarding against was finally here. "I have to," he said. Then he vanished through the burned trapdoor that didn’t groan. It opened like it had been waiting for him all this time.

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“There is no door,” she told him.
She'd been told that a thousand times. She'd believed it, too.
But they both saw it now.