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The Fourth Door

Maria Tenace

The Fourth Door

Translated by

Fatima Immacolata Pretta

Publisher: Tektime

Copyright © 2019 MARIA TENACE

All rights reserved.

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This book is a work of fantasy.

Characters and situations are the result of the author's imagination and have the only purpose of giving truth to the story.

Any similarity or reference to events, places or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Each reference to the Cuban people and folklore, especially of Yoruba origins, wants to be a tribute to this extraordinary land, rich in historical, cultural and religious references, present and past.

Dedicated to…

This novel is dedicated to brave people who despite the dark manage to grasp all the nuances of life.

And to all those who want to continue to be the bright shade in someone's dark life, despite everything.

To my father who never told me how to live, but he lived and made me observe how he did it.

With an open mind.

PROLOGUE

- I think I've been here before. -

The girl, walking along the corridor, touched the white wall and followed the path with two fingers of her right hand.

She remembered the feeling of the cold floor, the feeling of his bare feet coming off and rising slowly, alternating in steps.

She also felt the long white nightgown, lightly brushing her ankles, as well as the light weight of the dark braids that fell on her shoulders, just as she wore them as a child.

She sensed the presence of a person by her side, but could not understand who it was.

All that white bothered her a lot.

The reverberation of the cold light of the neon lights attached to the ceiling did not allow her to have a clear vision but she continued, dazzled and confused, with her gaze fixed on her.

- Have you ever had recurring and detailed dreams, so realistic that you cannot understand if you are sleeping or are awake? - Asked the girl.

- I think you shouldn't make confusion between dream and life. -