The Door

Once, I came across a door.

Carved out of darkest ebony, inlaid with intricate patterns.

I was intrigued, curious, anxious.

It seemed alive somehow, beckoning to me, imploring me to open it.

But I would never do that. I would never heed its call.

For behind that door lay madness.

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