Every family in every town on every continent has one. It’s a cabinet, not particularly odd, not out of place. The paint was peeling on the corners, and the knob was a bit loose. The inside smelled like dust and the paint wasn’t the same as the kitchen walls.
You hid in there once during a game of hide ‘n’ seek.
No one told you it doesn’t open back into your reality.
Don’t worry, you can’t tell the difference. But everybody misses you.
—Folklore.
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