He dreaded this moment.
He knew what would happen.
The surge, as they found the entrance unblocked.
It was dangerous.
He wished there was another way to do it,
but there wasn't.
He had to unlock the doors
and watch as the hoard rushed in.
It was always Bedlam on first day of the sales.
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