Grey woods. Warm fire. Oxblood at the door.
Deep green-black. Warm wood. Something watching from the trees. Come in when you are ready — or leave the door ajar.
The threshold. The wood is listening.
A trilogy
THE RED CLOAK
One choice will finish it.
One word started it all.
The curse is not a costume. It is the courage to look at darkness and stay. This door is for readers hurt by human faces who found animals safer: a threshold, not a diagnosis.