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// Story: The Door 
// by Equimorto 
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The door wasn't there.
She'd been gathering up her things, she was ready to leave the castle. And the door wasn't there. She'd looked for it, searched for it, and it hadn't been there. It was nowhere to be found.
Twilight was nervous. Why? Why then? What had happened? Was it over?
It couldn't be over like that. After all the time spent with it. It felt like a part of her was missing. It had been years. The door had been there for years! And yet, already, she couldn't remember. She'd never opened it. Why was that?
Why had the door been there? What had it been? Would she ever know?
The door didn't show up. Not as she searched her castle, again and again. Not as she walked through its halls for the last time. Was it still there perhaps, and simply hiding from her? One last trick to make her look mad, by reversing its tactics? Was it right behind her, just waiting for her to turn so it could disappear?
But why did she care at all?