Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera is one of the most different stories I’ve read. Just so much different about it that it’s hard to even describe. Plus a twist end that actually had me going “no fuckin way” out loud.

I lucking fove Runny Babbit. Any time there’s a rabbit around I’ll be calling it Runny Babbit and nobody understands me

Is it because you went in alone?