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Ender and Valentine, clasping hands as though they are clasping their only hopes in sweating fingers, thread their way determinedly towards the door. They reach it, and Ender clasps the cool knob and begins to turn it.
It is immovable.
Ender sighs and steps backward, looking to Valentine. She steps forward a little and tries the knob herself, hesitatingly.
There is a flash of bright light, and they are both blown backwards to the hole where the bar should be.
It is immovable.
Ender sighs and steps backward, looking to Valentine. She steps forward a little and tries the knob herself, hesitatingly.
There is a flash of bright light, and they are both blown backwards to the hole where the bar should be.