Iron Meets Iron

A cast iron wedge held the interior door captive. Thick. Coated in matte black oxide. I approached without pause. I planted my boots flat against the floorboards and set both hands squarely against the cold flank of the wedge. I leaned into the weight. Pure friction resisted. Then, a low scrape echoed through the quiet hallway as the iron shifted an inch across the grain. It yielded. The passage opened slightly wider. My boots held ground. #WWE #Lego #Minifigur #Kane