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Part IX: The Door at the Mouth of the World a cliff opens like the lip of a sleeping beast within it the door stands tall and patient it is made of folded night and dawn together cracks wander its face like thirsty rivers the crown sings a low bright note of home Mira sets the lantern upon the ground Tam lifts his blade and listens for lies Elyar lays his hands upon the living door it trembles as if remembering distant spring voices crawl out from the old cracks some promise power for a small forgetting some promise peace for a larger loss Elyar speaks his hidden name taught by the queen the door shudders and waits for his choice

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