Tom walked down the drab street. He’d always been curious about the solid brick wall here. A link back to this area’s more affluent past? Yet, he’d never noticed before halfway along the wall was a bright white brick. How strange! He glanced around to check no-one was about and then gave the white brick a prod, then jumped back. It had felt like it had moved, no not moved, vibrated below his hand. What the?.. He pushed again and one-by-one the bricks moved to reveal a perfect doorway, through which he could see manicured gardens.
“Wow!”
“Welcome, Tom!”
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