The Door
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It's late, you're walking down a quiet street toward home. The still of the night is awoken only by the sound of gingerly rustling leaves and the soft echoes of your shoes' soles hitting the pavement beneath you. You've walked this route so frequently, you can name the owners of every sleeping car you pass by. Everything is as it always is. Then you spot it. There, standing straight up in the middle of the street is a solid cherry wood door. The gold handle flickers ever so slightly courtesy of a single shimmer of light from the nearest street lamp. To either side of the door is the street, ex...
It's late, you're walking down a quiet street toward home. The still of the night is awoken only by the sound of gingerly rustling leaves and the soft echoes of your shoes' soles hitting the pavement beneath you. You've walked this route so frequently, you can name the owners of every sleeping car you pass by. Everything is as it always is. Then you spot it. There, standing straight up in the middle of the street is a solid cherry wood door. The gold handle flickers ever so slightly courtesy of a single shimmer of light from the nearest street lamp. To either side of the door is the street, exactly as you'd seen it a thousand times before. Only one question comes to mind, do you open the door and walk through? Max Jorgens did and what he found on the other side would change his life forever.
