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... the weathered wooden door of her cottage.
When no response came, I reached for the brass doorknob, its surface green with age and wear. My fingers barely managed to grasp it properly—a reminder of my physical limitations in this young body—but I managed to turn it with a soft click. The door swung inward with a prolonged creak that seemed to speak of years of neglect and the relentless passage of time.
The hinges desperately needed oil, and if I was being honest, the entire door ...
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