CHAPTER 94

As it had been once before, so it was again.
The beginning and end and eternity, a
torrent of light, of life that flowed between
them, two halves of a cleaved bloodline.
Mist swirled, veiling the solid ground
beneath. An illusion, perhaps—for their minds
to bear where they now stood. A place that
was not a place, in a chamber of many doors.
More doors than they could ever hope to
count. Some made of air, some of glass, some
of flame and gold and light.
A new world beyond each; a new world
beckoning.