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It is also, as you discover immediately, unlocked. (You had been in the beginnings of a spirited debate over picking the lock vs. burning the whole thing down when Gil tried the handle.) It swings open to an impenetrable searing whiteness...
...which is what has Arledge and Lucky locked in a powwow. Gil is hovering halfway between them and the altar, which is where you stand now. You are resting your palms flat on the top. You are remembering blood and knives and Jesse-in-your-dream.
You are remembering the <span class="mu-r">necessary things</span>. Or they're being imparted on you. You can't tell the difference. Law. A location. A vessel. A sacrifice. These things open bigger doors than this one.
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Obscene hour of the morning!!!! sorry!!!!
