Iridian
"It's here, in Iridian."
Something else caught my eye, another door--this one different in every way.
It sat at the center of the floor, a mirror image of the circular opening in the ceiling. A single handle sat in the center of the door, the same midnight stone with silver flecks in its surface.
I crouched down, running my fingers over the smooth stone. It glittered and sparkled under my touch, its smooth surface showing the fiery reflection of my tangled hair. I jumped as Aidan's reflection shimmered over my shoulder, his face still pale and pained.
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