The Door in the Wall, by H.G. Wells

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The house where I spent my childhood had a deep black cellar, where dark shadows whisked about by day and deadly demons ruled by night. The area behind the heavy forced-air furnace was the blackest corner of all. One night, I dreamed of a doorway hidden back there, leading out into a beautiful green garden full of bright flowers, playing children, and, oddly enough, my parents as very young people. I longed to enter that doorway, and play in that garden. I never found it, though. Tonight’s story gives a hint as to what I might have found if I ever had…

The Door in the Wall, by H.G. Wells {40:12}

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