If the door starts to dissolve into magical mists, venture quickly through into...

A enormous wave of relief mixed with anticipation of wonderous mystery leaves you just a bit breathless as you tenatively shuffle through the dissipating mist into a dim hollow lit by a tiny shaft of enchanting (or enchanted) light.  

Huh.  A quick scratch of the head, surreptitously, in case you are being watched unawares, does not mitigate your mild case of perplexity.

What would wIntermute do, you realize you are thinking with a part of your mind you have deliberately avoided accessing for a decade or more...

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