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Literally. I open my eyes to the surrounding darkness—three spotlights come on, illuminating one unique door each. On the left stands one made of stone, intricate designs carved in its rusted metallic frame. A light blue one stands with snow covering its edges and pilling at the bottom to the right. The one I face, the middle door, is made of dark brown wood with little glass windows all around, providing an insight into what's behind it—green vegetation dancing with the wind, possibly a forest. Claw marks are imprinted in its center.

He guided me away from his brother, directing me down the long, echoing corridor toward the massive double doors of the library. The wooden doors were massive, carved from dark timber that smelled of old dust and varnish. Intricate patterns covered the surface. On the right door, carved lines twisted into flowers, heavy leaves, and a burning sun. On the left door, the carvings formed a massive crescent moon and a weeping tree. Beneath the branches of the tree, a small girl knelt in the dirt. The king shoved the right door open. The heavy wood groaned on its iron hinges.

The walls are adorned with paintings of landscapes and portraits of notable figures from the kingdom's history. When Noelle entered the room, she quickly scanned the area, making sure that everything is in its place. The door is solid and made of oak, with intricate carvings depicting scenes of battles and victories. She locks the door behind her, feeling a sense of security knowing that she is safe from any possible threat.

It possessed a geometry that was too perfect for the rough, organic interior of the hut. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a faint, violet luminescence, pulsing gently like a slow heartbeat. The center of the door was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within that blackness, Ressi could see faint glimmers, like distant galaxies spinning in a void. It looked deep—impossibly deep. The fire in the hearth seemed to shrink away from it. The temperature in the hut plummeted. Fear, cold and primal, washed over him. He scrambled backward until his back hit the reed door he had been about to open. "Mungu wangu," he whispered.

As they traced the source of the faint chatter, Nico gestured to the boys to slip inside the door one by one to avoid catching attention. He kept the door slightly open to peek into the hallway to see if they were in the right place. On either side of the corridor, there are three mahogany doors. The walls are uniformly painted pale black, and the door frames are gray, just a few shades lighter. Each door has a distinct design.

“Keep walking your boots down. Two more doors. On the right side.” Our frames are pretty much completely alone in this dark hallway. It is as fine a territory space as any to state with my tongue that this wild friction has to stop forever, but my actions are driven by a force far stronger than human reason when my skin is near Kael, and my boots don't hesitate at all. My feet just continue moving forward until my fingers are opening the specific door his voice indicated and walking straight into what appears to be a small mudroom layout, with a wood bench for boot storage and iron hooks for heavy winter coats, and small under-cabinet lights that flash on the moment my frame enters the space

I stood in awe, admiring it as I ran my fingers along the smooth edges of the design. After taking in the beauty, I realized the door was cracked open, so I walked in. The layout of this home was intricate and breathtakingly gorgeous. The interior revealed a grand, high-ceilinged space filled with silver-spined books that seemed to stretch up to the heavens. Towering shelves, crafted from a rich, dark wood, supported the tomes, their silver lettering glinting in the soft, ambient light.

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I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down. The sound of a door creaking catches my attention, and at the same time, there is Garrett who moves back. I suddenly see the supposed shelf folding together as the creaking sound continues. Eventually, the shelf of books has been put aside to reveal a sort of door which had a polished color. I was amazed by the quality of the door which has a lot of inscriptions on it, making me wonder how much work was put into it to make it work. “There goes the second barrier. I have no idea how to crack the code and that is where you come in,” Garrett catches my attention with

I tilted my head, giving a small nod. Kyle reached out and pressed the spine of a blue book. It shifted. Slide inward. A soft, mechanical click followed, and the entire bookshelf trembled before slowly pulling away—revealing a hidden door concealed behind it. My breath caught. Kyle stepped closer, gripping the golden doorknob. He twisted it twice in opposite directions. Click. The sound echoed softly in the stillness. Then, with a long, creaking sigh— the door opened. My jaw fell open the moment I stepped inside.