In the room, faintly visible--made of glowing, firefly sparking motes--is the outline of a door on the far wall. It would have been easy to miss, but the closer he gets with the ring, the more clear it becomes.
Once he puts it on, the outline ripples, and then forms into a proper door: heavy, ornate, the sort of thing that would not be out of place in a palace, leading to the chambers of the ruler.
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if none of that works . . .
puts it on]
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deep breath. okay, squaring his shoulders and opening the door]
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