The door never appears in the same place twice. You’ll know it’s near by the alluring odor. Look about, and there, in the shadows of a nook or an eve, you’ll find it. Black ebony, worn smooth through the years, with a doorknob of a human skull in tarnished brass. Knock three times, and if you mean well, they’ll let you in.

And there, inside, you can enjoy the best grilled cheese sandwiches in the multiverse.

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