Room Thirty-One...a melancholy little courtyard surrounded by a
brick wall too high to see over. A dead tree lifted its bone-white branches
to a sky filling with gray clouds.
"Those doors look very strange," they
"You should say, 'They look very strangely,'" I corrected.
seem to be watching us..."
A sudden gust of wind made the branches clatter
against each other like old boards. Dead leaves began to gather at our
Shivering in the wind we managed to push open one of the heavy doors
and make our way to...
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