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I stare at the portal, eyes wide and jaw dropped. It's exactly as I remember it. But how can that be? It's not real. Yet there it hovers, undeniable.

What if I was wrong? What if I'm not delusional? What if everything I experienced, from that prophetic dream to my current imprisonment, is real? A voice warns me against believing in what is, most likely, a hallucination, but what do I have to lose? If the portal truly is a figment of my imagination, what harm will it do to cross its threshold? On the other hand, ignoring it could well lead to me spending the rest of my life here. I recall the note and realize this must be what its expeditor meant by "help is on the way."

I slide off the bed and approach the portal. The first few steps are hesitant, but I'm free of doubt by the time I reach the gateway. I stare into the Stygian darkness and think of my mother. If the portal is real, then so is the letter she left me.

I close my eyes and stepinto the portal.

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