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Opening a door to the past is not always wise. Given the choice to, would you be able to deny it?

She had no idea what lie ahead for her that day. How could she? No one she had known had encountered such a door. As far as she knew the possibility of such a portal only existed in dreams or stories.

It was a chilled autumn morning, dew freshly coated the blades of neatly trimmed green grass. All was quiet but for some birds beginning their morning chorus.

She sipped her coffee, the refreshing steam rising to greet her nose before the warmth of it filled her. She zipped her fleece up with a slight shiver. She slipped on her boots and directed herself toward the barn door.

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