I waited under a winter-dead cottonwood tree near the portal to other dimensions. A few feet away stood the unassuming door that emptied into lands of fantasy and wealth. The colorless brown bricks of Marina-Grigorievna’s office did not stand out against the monochrome bare trees, angry gray skies, and shifting, shadowy snow.
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