(Solomon's POV)
The second door appeared three days later.
Not beyond eternity.
Not at the edge of possibility.
Not in some forgotten realm hidden outside creation.
It appeared in the sanctuary cafeteria.
Naturally.
Because by this point the universe had developed a sense of humor.
I was carrying breakfast when it happened.
One moment there was a wall.
The next—
There wasn't.
Instead, a wooden door stood between a fruit stand and a table occupied by three very confused philosophers.
Nobody screamed.
That was progress.
Several years ago, an impossible door materializing in the middle of reality would have caused widespread panic.
Now people mostly sighed.
One philosopher raised a hand.
"Should we be worried?"
A nearby gardener glanced up from her tea.
"Probably."
The ph
