Hall of Infinite Doors

You stumble through the painting to find yourself in a dark and musty old room. The smell of cigar smoke is familiar to you though, somehow, as is the room you are now standing in. It seems to be like an old gentlemen's study, perhaps from the turn of the century. The dark cherry bookcases are lined with old hard-backed novels and there is a dark green leather chair in the corner worn with age and positioned under a lamp with a small table at it's side.

You stroll over to the table and pick up the