The inside of the tower filled with sudden light. There wasn't much to see. A stone dais extended forward past the archway and ended in a large, dark hole. On either side of the platform were plain iron slats that twisted around the shell of the tower, rising up into the high reaches of the structure, and falling down into its depths. They made their way to the edge and looked up, but without any windows the light could only make half the journey. They looked down, and again saw nothing. "Which way?" Wilem asked. Eryn put her hand up and closed her eyes. "Do you feel it?" There was a pulsing in the air around them, a steady rhythm that she could feel in her soul. It reminded her of the forge, and of days spent with her father. "I don't feel... wait." He too closed his eyes. "Yes, I feel it." "Down," Eryn said. That was where it was coming from. That was where they were being pulled. A light appeared in Wilem's hand, small at first. It grew nearly to the size of his head, providing enough illumination for them to see the steps clearly.
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