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Elias had walked past the ivy-choked wall of the Blackwood Estate every day for twenty years, but he had never seen the door until today. It wasn't that he was unobservant; it was that the door simply hadn't been there yesterday.

Elias stepped through, and the green door clicked shut behind him, vanishing back into the ivy as if it had never existed. dc1df0357561486.jpg

The wood was a vibrant, unnatural shade of emerald that seemed to glow against the gray, rain-slicked stones. Thick ropes of ivy curled around its frame like protective fingers, yet they never once crossed the threshold. There was no latch, no keyhole, and no hinges. It was just a rectangle of perfect green wood embedded in the history of a crumbling wall. Elias had walked past the ivy-choked wall of

If you'd like to expand this into a different genre, would you prefer a about where the door leads or a fantasy adventure in the world beyond? The wood was a vibrant, unnatural shade of