There was a door at the top of the hill. It had no frame, no grinning gargoyle of a doorknocker or even any substance, and unless you knew what to look for, all you saw was a delightful little copse of trees.
Lily was the one who showed me how to see the door. "Look for what's not there. Look at where the insects refuse to go, where the birds refuse to fly, look for the edges of reality and reach into them with your mind. If you are adept, you will see."
I am an Adept, one of those who can use the Doors between the realities and travel between the Realms. Mapped by the Ancients with wood and stone, and lines of Ley, I can see the myriad doors and the consequences of passing through them.
As the old joke says "When is a door not a door: when it's ajar." But sometimes the door is simply the pathway to your dreams and the madness of those who would bring about Armageddon. Beware of the doors for they can steal your soul.
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Found the phrase "There was a door at the top of the hill." in a note on my phone when I was fiddling with it on the way into work and it kinda sparked a little idea. Not sure where it's going yet, but it's got some potential despite the old joke I think...
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