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40.
Schliff... Once again, that sound, as though a book had been flipped. And once again, I was standing in another place, with a different time frame entirely. It was noon, and it was snowing outside. But I couldn't feel anything. Neither the brutal cold I know they must all be experiencing, nor the heat and tension from the throne room. I was standing in the middle of a long corridor, with light flickering from the chandeliers above. Light, not fire. For a moment, I simply stared at the walls to see if there was something, something entirely different lightening up the corridor which I'm sure would have been dark because of the single window at the far end. I need no one to tell me that the chandeliers above aren't responsible for all the light around the long corridor. I've never seen a c
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