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Doors Within Doors
Julian looked around the room, at the ring of doors surrounding the dais where Feirhard had sat. Slept. Whatever. For five hundred years.
A terrible thought came to him as he considered that. “How long have we been in here, do you think?”
Tolburt looked at him askance. “An hour, maybe two, I suppose.” The question in his tone was plain.
Julian gestured at the now empty chair. "He said time runs differently here. He certainly couldn't have really been five hundred years old."
Tolburt's eyebrows rose, and he swallowed hard as realization came over him. "We'd better hurry."
Julian nodded agreement. "Or we might come back and find everyone we know long dead."
That thought sent a shiver up his spine. Sure, it would be interesting to see the development o
