Knock Knock

The distinct sound of pounding on solid wood alerted him. The knocker was knocking with purpose, with good solid thumps that echoed and thrived in the hallways. He followed the sound to the front door. It was time. Destiny was knocking.

Outside, the dark coated figure continued to knock. He knew someone lived here. He knew they would answer. The figure needed an answer. He needed to get into that house, the house where doors led to more than one place. He needed to find the right door, that would take him away from here, and back to where he belonged.

The End

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