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// Story: The Door 
// by Equimorto 
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It was a quiet day in Canterlot. Twilight had finished her royal duties earlier than usual, and her meeting with Luster wouldn't come until a couple of hours later. She'd chosen to have a walk through the hallways, trying to relax a little.
And then she saw it.
Grey paint, chipped in places, a little rusty. Waiting for her, in the wall at the end of the corridor. It had found her again. 
It had been years. She'd forgotten. Now she remembered. The days and nights spent with that door, taunting her, following her, always out of reach. But there was something more. Something she'd missed last time.
Had she ever really wanted to open the door? Not really. Not since she'd realised what it was, and chosen to ignore it. And truth be told, she did not want to open it still. But it wasn't about that anymore. Even if she didn't want to, she had to. It was for the better.
Twilight stepped forward, up to the end of the corridor, and placed a hoof over the old and worn-out latch. Then, she opened the door.