avonlea
I held the tiny key in my hand, light and burnished brass, with a little red bow tied to its handle. After pondering awhile, I surveyed the long narrow hall before me, with tall wooden doors on either side, leading along down the corridor until they vanished out of sight.
Step after step I began to pass after each door, but I did not bother with most of them. It was not the room I was interested in, but whatever obscure thing it was that awaited me across that dark hall . . .
Those who wonder are less lost than those who never do.