After the rain, the old creek bed sparkled like a shallow stream. She followed it until the trees were almost too thick -- and there, in the last place she'd have thought to look for it, was a doorway. A doorway leading into the earth. She crept closer, thinking it looked a thousand years old, yet there on the threshold sat a black cat, with great golden eyes watching her intently, as if she were an intruder. Perhaps no one passed this way anymore. Perhaps, she thought, someone lived here.
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