Literature
Doors
Walking through the Door Corridor, Ransom stopped. Something was different.
The Black Door was not a wooden door covered in black enamel any more but a door of black glass full of shiny little metal stars.
Behind the Black Door was not the broom cupboard any more but a studio.
The studio was huge, with black walls, three steps above the floor level in the Door Corridor.
The studio was dark except for one reflector in the middle of the ceiling, which shone a beam of bright white light at the barstool directly beneath.
The barstool was made of black leather, with tall metal legs.
On the stool there sat a woman with short blonde hair, her legs c
