The chapter about mysterios shop door. The door. You know the research to make it proper mysterios. Hyperlink that lead to documentary about door made by doors the band, the door, the knocker, 15 hours of content just about doors. Doors trught hystory, weird shaped ones, suficiently scary door creaks sounds.... You know the research...

  There are, in any given multiverse, doors.

  Some are metaphorical — like the doors of perception, which mostly lead to bad poetry and late-night philosophy.

  Some are technological — like the sliding ones at supermarkets that open for anyone, even when you’re not emotionally ready for them.

  And some, dear reader, are the Other Kind. The capital-‘D’ Doors. The ones that aren’t supposed to open.

  This was one of those doors.

  It stood in an alley that didn’t exist yesterday. Because i write it down only today.

  You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

  It was a door.

  Which, to the untrained eye, might seem like stating the obvious, but this door—capital "D", possibly in bold—had Opinions. It didn’t merely exist in a wall. It loomed. It was the sort of door that stood slightly ajar not because it had poor hinges, but because it knew things. Things like how to wait. How to creak ominously in the windless silence. And above all, how to suggest, without saying a single word, that going through it was a very bad idea, but precisely the kind of bad idea heroes make just before chapter twelve.

  It had a knocker, of course. The kind you wouldn't dare touch unless you had a very strong will or very thick gloves. The wood was old—oak perhaps, or something that remembered being oak before it changed its mind and went into theatre. And the carvings….well

  *Jehovah's Witness Deterrent.

  Segment 8: “The Crescent Mark: Symbol of Latrinal Mysticism, Occult Geometry, and Why You Should Never Underestimate Outhouses.”

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