outside.They say God walked with man in there.I've always lived outside, sweating under the hot sun, day after day. The work is hard, and the pain is real. Death never fails us--but it's all I've ever known.Still, every day, amidst the sweat and blood, I look out to the garden, and I know it could have been so much more. We could have lived forever.Some days, hope rises up in me, and I think I could live above it all and break the barrier that keeps us out. But I feel depravity so heavily; Adam's blood is in my veins, and his evil is in my heart.My evil is in my heart.It looks so beautiful in there. God with man--what a thought.I wish the
the door.The DoorThe door was not so unlike other doorssolid mahogany with a cool brass handle. It was more richly carved than an ordinary door, but it had a sense of elegant simplicity about it. The boy was not sure how long it had been there, in the back room of the far hall; though he supposed it had always been there, and he had simply not noticed it.He had stumbled upon it suddenly one afternoon while roaming through the house. He wandered in and out of familiar roomsthe library, the study, various bedrooms and the likeuntil he entered a room that he couldnt quite remember; it was familiar and yet not, and he had a sen