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// The Door 
// Story: The Door 
// by Equimorto 
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Twilight stood there, watching.
The mops and buckets stared back. With a flip of her wing, she closed the plain wooden door to the broom closet, and stood there. She stared ahead, without really seeing anything.
Was it still there? She'd have to search through old newspapers to find that out. Could she even find the place?
Did she want to?
Twilight turned, and walked away.