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oak door

The front of the wooden building looks as if it has seen better days, but you decide that since you have no idea where you are, maybe you should go here to see if you can find out.

With all of your,strength you turn the rusted brass doorknob, and open the thick, oak door that has become your ever-present barracade to finding out the wherabouts of your bruised, bleeding, and tired self.