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He wonders by my front door. I don't know why but I won't ask. His breath cracks like splintering wood and his steps are as light as pins. He scratches patterns and riddles on my doorway. They always disappear when daylight comes. Last night I got up to have a drink. My tap handle was warm.

Description
He wonders by my front door. I don't know why but I won't ask. His breath cracks like splintering wood and his steps are as light as pins. He scratches patterns and riddles on my doorway. They always disappear when daylight comes. Last night I got up to have a drink. My tap handle was warm.