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The Red Door a transition Once you have entered the archway into the back gallery, the Red Door is all you see. The door is small, worn and old. The paint is bright fire engine red, but has cracked and peeled into a road map of the passing of days, and years. To step through, into the black in front of you, is to enter the unknown. Yet, the hint of light, to the right, beckons.
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