The chain-locked door
They hadn’t walked too far when they reached a purple door. It was too modern to fit in with the rest of the historic edifice they had spent the past two hours exploring.
“Why do you think it’s chain-locked?” she asked, curiosity mounting up inside her.
“Who knows, maybe they don’t want nosy-parkers trying to open it,” he replied playfully.
Now she was even more intrigued. What could be hidden behind such a door, almost indented on the outer castle periphery?
She stepped over the chain and pulled the door open.
“I told you not to do that,” he squealed.
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