Through the Threshold

The stillness yielded to sensation. I tested my right hand, finding the staff firmly grasped within my grip. I turned my head fractionally, surveying the heavy brown doors parted before me. With measured intent, I tapped the base of my scepter against the tan studs beneath my feet. A crisp, deliberate click resonated against the timbered frame. The passage stood open, precisely as order demands. I remained upright in the entryway, perfectly composed.