Rose stood behind a huge set of wooden doors. They were as ancient as they were big. But in that moment they could have been as tall as a skyscraper and Rose would not have cared.
What mattered to her was not the doors, but what awaited her beyond them. Right on cue, a familiar song started up and Rose's heart lodged in her throat. The ancient doors creaked and groaned as they opened and Rose had the sudden urge to leap at them and seal them shut.
