He stood on whatever he was standing on and looked at the sealed boundary and understood with the flat clarity of someone who had run out of options for not understanding it that he was not going back through that specific door because that specific door no longer existed.
He turned around.
It was not the Record's interior.
He established that immediately, the Depth Sense and the Hound's borrowed senses and the Cartographer's Eye all returned the same assessment simultaneously. The Record's interior had a quality he'd have recognized, the vast flat reflective ground and the arcing light-lines overhead and the sourceless patient luminescence of something that had been waiting for a very long time.
This was not that.
This was larger and louder and alive in a way the Record's interior wa
