““She tried it on either side, backward, angled—but nothing. Just the same blank stone wall, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight from some vent above. She pushed against the stone, feeling for any door, any moveable panel. “But it’s the Eye of Elena! ‘It is only with the eye that one can see rightly’! What other eye is there?” “You could rip out your own and see if it fits,” Mort sang from the doorway.””
