Three-way scavenger hunt Stories

An aged, stout wooden door stood before me, guarding the already imposing building. It was more than just a mere entrance. It was a symbol of endurance, a witness to the past, and a gateway to the unknown. A silent observer of history; it had withstood years of use and still stands tall, a testament to its quality craftsmanship. Its once smooth surface was now weathered and worn, the grain of the wood clearly visible, bea...