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Then— the collapsing section steadied slightly. Not fixed. But holding. Daniel exhaled sharply. “Oh thank God.” Oliver moved immediately toward the blocked doorway. “Help me pull this clear.” The damaged frame was heavier than expected. Bent inward from pressure. Smoke pouring through the gaps now. Ariana coughed lightly while gripping the edge beside him. “Ready?” Oliver nodded once. “Now.” They pulled together. The frame shifted slightly. Then harder. Metal screamed loudly as the doorway finally broke open enough for someone to squeeze through.

Pushed differently, using the body’s weight rather than the arms’ strength, the physics of the thing more useful than the muscle behind it. The pin came free. The door’s bottom corner swung outward three inches, the top hinge holding, the door canted at an angle that was still locked but was no longer structurally sound. I hit it with my shoulder. Once — the impact white and total, the malnourished body reporting its objections at full volume. Twice. The top hinge tore from the frame. The door went down. I stood in the corridor, breathing through the spike of pain from my shoulder, and waited for the spots in my vision to clear.

Before walking to a cupboard and pulling out a toolbox, he rested the door against the wall. The Beta always came prepared in a pack led by a turbulent Alpha like Cohen. In the pack mansion, he had dozens of toolboxes stashed. Liam kept one in the Alpha's office to repair whatever the latter had broken unless it was beyond repair. This door has been knocked on more than a dozen times. The pack's engineer added a few metal plates in the center of the door to withstand heavy force. On the other hand, the hinges could never resist a frenzied Alpha's slam. Liam could have gotten more durable hinges. It was preferable to utilize standard hinges in case someone became stuck within. It would be eas

It was enough. Rowan moved away from the window. "The back of the cottage opens into thicker forest." Kael shook his head. "Too obvious." "So what's your plan?" Kael's eyes travelled around the room. They stopped at the old bookshelf. "Help me move it." Rowan frowned. "The bookshelf?" "Just push." The two men leaned against the heavy wood. It refused to move at first. Then it scraped across the floor with a deep groan. Behind it was a narrow wooden door.

The door bulged outward. Not like wood under impact. Like something behind it was leaning into the shape of an answer and finding body there. The grain darkened. Damp spread through the paint in branching veins. Tiny handprints appeared one by one on the inner side of the panels, too many, too small, pressing out from within as if the room itself had decided to remember children the wrong way. Then the latch began to turn on its own.

Johan hurriedly stepped outside to look at his bedroom and saw that his door was fixed too. “Woah, you can even fix broken stuff, huh?” he told Seb. “On the contrary,” Damien answered him, “Things when broken, can not be returned without fault.” he went to the door and opened it, Johan noticed a notch on the wood that wasn’t there before. “These are probably doors from the other rooms.” Damien explained. “I believe that there will be 3 doors missing in some of the rooms on the same floor.” he looked at Dorin’s wall. “Some of the bricks as well.” he added.

Sliding my hands into the pockets of my blue boot-cut jeans, I at long last noticed the details on the dark-brown wood of the doors. There was a carving of a faceless mother with an equally faceless girl on her lap, her arm was wrapped around the child’s neck and she was holding a book as she did so, reading to her. On the edges of the semi-circular doors were more carvings of half-opened books, full-opened books, closed books, dancing books, and flying books… in every possible angle, arranged at these heavy edges like a frame. There was also the carving of a faceless man with glasses on, in a kind of dignified kingly stance with a staff in one hand and an opened book in the other.

Panicking now, he turned it the other way, pushing his massive shoulder against the door as he did. Still nothing. Goddamn it. Scars lay on his back, Keira tucked into his side, lifted both legs to his chest, plowed his boots forward into the metal door. It stayed resolutely closed, so he kicked again. Again. Again. That was when he saw that the frame was bent, buckled, deformed, undoubtedly by the heat. His heart fell into his stomach, as he clocked that this escape route was shut to them. Motherfucker. You’ve got to be kidding me.

I noticed something while searching for the Library door. Apart from the main entrance to the mansion and the main hall, all the doors in the Avereza Mansion are of the same size. I said before that the door is actually a book but it's really a door designed in such a way that it looks like a book. It's made to look like an open book and there are 6 rectangular spaces placed in triangles on the door. Three on one side of the door, 3 on the other side of the door. Another rectangular space was found not on the door but on an anvil-like stone block in front of the door. I am pretty sure this book I have right now goes there.

A gap, barely visible, between the shelf and the wall. My breath caught. It was not attached to the wall. The bookshelf was not built in like I had always assumed. It was freestanding. Which meant it could move. I moved to the side, placing my hands on the edge of the shelf. It was heavy, solid wood loaded with books. But as I applied pressure, pushing experimentally, I felt it give way. Just slightly. Just enough to confirm my suspicion. This wasn't just a bookshelf. It was a door.