It goes all the way around the perimeter of the motel in a broad circle, the grains of salt piled thickly on top of one another so that the wind does not accidentally blow a gap through.

Though the wind isn't the only danger, is it? For some reason, no rain has dissolved the circle, no animals carried parts of it away. Of course, being surprised about magic in the Shatterverse is like going into a forest and being shocked to find so many trees.

The motel door is peeling and slightly ajar.