Christmas In Hell
"The Whispering Gate? Why that name?"
"Because of the guardian," Justin replied, a low hum of fear in his tone. "It's not just a physical barrier. It's a psychic one. The gate is guarded by a chorus of lost souls, echoes of celestial beings who tried to pass without proper attunement. They whisper promises, fears, forgotten truths. They try to ensnare you, to draw you into their collective. Those who fall, become part of the chorus...part of the graveyard."
"Sounds like a party," Ava muttered, a familiar glint returning to her eyes, though her posture remained rigid. "So, how do we RSVP to this exclusive shindig without becoming part of the permanent choir?"
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