She let go of her arm and stepped up to the door, closing her eyes.
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Sinister envisioned his lab in every detail: from the throne to the cloning tanks to the well stocked medical equipment. He'd spent close to 130 years in it, he knew it quite well. And then he envisioned his favorite house in New Orleans that acted as a doorway to the lab, an extention of it presentable to the public. A mixed French and Victorian decor over the two story house, the well-tended and walled garden out back. He intended for this door before him would lead to the front door of that perfect house. If this worked properly, it would open into a charming wood paneled foyer with cream walls and dark hardwood floors which would in turn lead off into the house and eventually, the lab. And hopefully the garden.
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Madelyne opened the door. She bit her lip and kept her eyes shut, "What does it look like?"