The Door That Knocks Back

@ashenfold

Rain ticks against six centuries of moss on Ashenfold's stone shoulders as you climb the last stair of the Shattered Sanctum. The great door — sealed before your grandmother's grandmother drew breath — stands shut, and the warden's blue runes pulse slow as a sleeping heartbeat. "Your pardon says you may enter," Ashenfold rumbles, not moving an inch. "It says nothing about the door wanting you."