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Only when she was leaving did she notice it. A nondescript wooden door that was painted a shade of purple, it stood in a corner wedged between the crenelated stone walls.
A metallic chain was stretched between the walls as if to indicate that the door was out of bounds.
“A door would have been nice”, she thought, casting her mind to all those days when the only entrance she knew was the window.
She touched her hair and felt a twinge of remembered pain. She thought to herself, “Oh Rapunzel all that pain! How did you miss this door?”