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The doorway was carved with a mixture of dark stone lined with golden vines of energy. Kael narrowed his eyes. “Do we go in?” Xander didn’t hesitate. “We came this far. We’re not stopping now.” I took a deep breath, exchanging a glance with Kaida. She gave me a small nod—silent but unwavering. Together, we all stepped through the door. We walked through the doorway and entered a simple room. At the center stood a stone podium, its surface was smooth but worn by time. There was a book resting open on it, bound in dark leather with metallic writings on it.

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.

I search the room carefully, looking through shelves and drawers till I come across a candle stand sitting on the shelf. What's a candle stand doing on a bookshelf, with tons of books? Doesn't Killian worry about his books getting caught in fire? Unless…... I picked up the candle stand, and to my surprise, it only moved an inch, then a resounding click echoed in the room. I yelped, stumbling backwards when the shelf started moving. It shifts to the right, exposing a door behind it. So doors like these exist not only in movies? Curiosity got the better of me, so I twisted the doorknob and opened the door. It led to another room, well furnished and dimly lit.

The others had followed her lead and were all headed to their own doors. “I guess the saying, ‘You can’t judge a book by its cover’ works on doors too,” Beecher teased, poised and ready to open his own door. It was not painted and in fact looked to be made of distressed wood. “If there was any justice you would find a doggie bed inside your door.” Aquina blushed, knowing she had been caught trying to find the fanciest room.

His mouth dropped wide in disbelief, he never raised her to disrespect others' property. _ She stops biting it and says "I like to bite books." _ DONALD sternly told her "With respect to this book, you should never bite one." _ Bonnie laughed. The woman goes to get This lever key in the cupboard, designed in a flower theme and is detailed primarily in pale, warm colors. Its design is quite simple, actually. She uses it to go up the stairs to the "Front door" and lock it from the inside. _ The WOMAN was reasonably fearful, saying

The door opened. Damien stepped aside, and I instinctively leaned forward to look inside. My mouth fell open. "Wow." I stepped through the doorway, my eyes widening as I took in the enormous room before me. Books. Everywhere. They lined the walls from the floor all the way to the high ceiling, filling towering wooden shelves that seemed to stretch endlessly across the room. There were ladders positioned beside some of the shelves, comfortable-looking chairs scattered around, and large windows that allowed the soft evening light to spill across the polished floor.

⸻ At the center of the library… A new door had appeared. Not black. Not silver. ⸻ White. ⸻ Pure white. ⸻ A door nobody had seen before. ⸻ Even the Keeper of Stories looked confused. 😨 ⸻ “That shouldn’t exist.” ⸻ The Witness narrowed its eye. 👁️ ⸻ “It’s not part of the story.” ⸻ The Writer stepped backward. ⸻ Because he recognized something terrifying. ⸻ The door wasn’t written. ⸻

The door opened with a swipe of the card. Perfect for a maximum of five people and there was a diffuser in the middle of the coffee table. Behind the couches that faced each other, a shelf with a few books was placed. Brye entered after closing the door, immediately slumping down the couch with a sigh. “Do you want some coffee?” he muttered while opening the book and looking up at me. I looked at him before sitting down in front of him. I shook my head before sitting down at the other end of the couch he was sitting on.

Tyler Bennett pov I turn left, making a metronome squeak as my rubber soles hit the tile. There are no people in the hall. As I turn the corner, a stark white wall is broken by a doorway. The door is hefty and sturdy, constructed of dark wood possibly ebony or Eastern black walnut and polished to a shiny glossy sheen. The wood has an inset gold medallion. A snake with its head drawn back and its fangs wide open, ready to attack, was loosely coiled around a shield and the letters.

Then they finally reached the foothills. And froze. Immediately. Because the entrance had appeared. A doorway. Massive. Ancient. Golden. Built directly into the mountain itself. The doors were larger than castles. Covered in runes. Covered in symbols. Covered in history. Then Ava stared upward. Then: "No." Pause. Then: "Nope." Another pause. Then: "That's too big." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the doors began opening. Slowly. BOOOOOOOOM!