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"It's not building a house," Elias said, watching the doorknob begin to turn. The brass handle was slowly becoming encrusted with sparkling white crystals. "It's building... something else."

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"I want you to build the spire of the new opera house," Vane had said, his eyes gleaming with a manic sort of whimsy. "But not out of wood. Out of this." "It's not building a house," Elias said, watching