In a forgotten hallway on the second floor there is a door. It is an old door, just different enough to catch the eye; made of rowan wood, bound in silver and wrought iron, it sits tucked away between two other doors of no import. A magical door, spoken of in hushed whispers and nervous voices.

It is a door that has stood locked and unopened, for almost a thousand years...

... until today.

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