The Story of the Door
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You are Mr. Gabriel Utterson, a lawyer of rugged countenance. It is Sunday, and you are on your weekly ramble with your distant kinsman, Mr. Enfield. You walk through a by-street in a busy quarter of London. The street usually shines with thriving trade, but now, on the Sabbath, it is quiet.
Your walk is interrupted when you come abreast of a sinister block of building thrusting its gable onto the street. It has no windows on the lower floor, only a blistered and distained door that bears the marks of prolonged negligence. Enfield points his cane at it.
"Did you ever remark that door?" Enfield asks. "It is connected in my mind with a very odd story."