"You found it, then." Margaret stood in the doorway, though the room had no door, only the memory of one, long bricked over, and the faintest outline in the wallpaper where it used to be, a ghost of a threshold that refused to be erased by time or renovation or the determined ignorance of the living.
Margaret turned slowly. The person on the other side of the threshold was someone Margaret had...
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