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It's been a long time -- but doors don't disappear just because you don't use them for a while. (Though some of Charles' professors, both physics and philosophy, would be happy to argue that an unobserved and unused door is no door at all.)
When the door to the bar opens, it brings with it a gust of wind, some swirling snowflakes, and one fair-haired young man who's bundled up against the November weather. His head is lowered against the wind. When he lifts it, he stops stock still for a moment--
Then breaks into a huge, sunny grin of recognition.
When the door to the bar opens, it brings with it a gust of wind, some swirling snowflakes, and one fair-haired young man who's bundled up against the November weather. His head is lowered against the wind. When he lifts it, he stops stock still for a moment--
Then breaks into a huge, sunny grin of recognition.