Beyond the threshold of the bedroom door stretched a medium-length hallway that seemed to pulse with an ominous energy all its own. The corridor was constructed from the same ancient stone as the rest of the castle, but there was something different about this particular passage—something that made the very air feel heavier, more oppressive than anything they had encountered in their journey through the cursed structure.
At the far end of the hallway stood their destination: a pair of grand double doors that rose at least twelve feet into the shadowed ceiling above. The doors were massive, constructed from what appeared to be solid oak reinforced with iron bands that had been worked into intricate patterns. Even from a distance, the craftsmanship was obviously superior to anything else they had seen in the castle, speaking of the importance of whatever lay beyond.
