Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #12 March 2015 | Page 20

thought to be a room was an antechamber, the door led
into a solid block of ancient stones, each one massive and
carefully shaped though now worn rough by centuries of
weather.
The door was bronze, ancient and stained green, though
there had been no rain here for hundreds of years. The
outside had once been carved and shaped but whatever may
have been there had long since been worn away.
He staggered to the metal and touched it then screamed and
fell back, blisters formed on the tips و\