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INTO THE VOID
Ormo led them down the narrow stairs beneath his dais to the white door, which opened into a room lined with levers, switches, and gauges connected to a maze of brass pipes running along two walls. Two padded, leather reclining chairs, fixed with straps at the ankles, wrists, and neck, sat together on the right. Above one chair was a lone, round screen surrounded by brass, flickering with the image of a passing landscape from far above.
“You got some furniture,” Syrina quipped. “And more brass pipes. They tie the room together.”
Ormo rustled. “After I learned there were people who came to us from within the Wall, I hoped I would have guests. I tried to accommodate such a possibility. As for the pipes, it turns out old machines require a great deal of power, and I saw t
