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It was a typical day in the sleepy town of Suburbius, where the only thing more common than leaky doors was the smell of freshly baked bread.
The door in question was a behemoth of a thing, with a leak that rivaled the mighty Mississippi. It was so bad, in fact, that the townsfolk had to invent an entire industry just to keep it from flooding the entire town.
But little did they know, the leaky door was only the beginning. For it was said that on certain days, when the moon was full and the wind was just right, the door would open just a crack. Learn more about the mystical door spirits