The heavy wooden doors creak as you push through them. The one on the left, with black scorch marks climbing the edge, slips from the hinges with a thunk. The inside is dim, with only beams of white light to create puddles of luminescence from the high windows. As you venture into the foyer, kicking aside debris and stirring up ash, an implacable, voice with a whisper-like quality flows through the hall. Oh my! It has been such a long time since I’ve had a guest. Please do come in.
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