

The GatewayThe GatewayThe Gateway
The Gateway seemed nothing more than another building at the heart of Oland, with a nice, freshly painted fence to keep stray animals out; it actually appeared quite welcoming. Perhaps that was the way these businesses were established. No one would suspect such a beautiful building, with its fresh coats of paint, its clean windows laced with velvet curtains on the inside, its wooden shutters to help keep out the light, and its high rising arch gateway that pleasantly reminded those of the name in golden letters engraved across its face. It had no equals on Downing, the street cutting Oland straight down the center fr

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It is not what might be lurking in the dark that I am afraid of; it is what I know is not in it.
Hatred that festers within the soul for countless ages will be released in a way unspeakable.
Those living for death, will die by their own hands
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It is not what might be lurking in the dark that I am afraid of; it is what I know is not in it.
Hatred that festers within the soul for countless ages will be released in a way unspeakable.
Those living for death, will die by their own hands
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