Even after two hundred twenty seven years, I can precisely recall what those gates looked like. Rusted brown, high as Everest, wide as the Great Wall of China, and as finely carved as humanly possible. ~~~ A young man about eighteen years old, walked confidently down the hallway. His eyes searched the unfamiliar place with curiosity. If he was feeling confused or lost, he hid it pretty well. He kept taking quick steps until he reached crossroads. Going with his gut, he followed the path to his right, as anyone with a soul alike would have. On reaching the end of this seemingly never-ending lobby, the figure of an old man came into focus. Behind the man was a tall, metallic gate. The young man's naturally stoic face could no longer mask his amazement. Those gates were known to have that effect on people. They brought out the side of them that made them themselves . The old man introduced himself as the gatekeeper. He insisted the young ...
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