You walk through the raging fires without suffering harm, of course, and you approach the meeting hall once more. It, too, is ablaze. Thick black smoke pours from its roof, rising high into the afternoon sky above. You pass through the building's wall.
The black door has gone. You climb the steps of the stage and stand on the exact spot where the door stood earlier. As part of the building's ceiling collapses around you, you're mindful of the fact that the Separatists apparently could not perceive that strange door—and yet it is surely no coincidence that it appeared here, in their most prominent stronghold.
Whatever the reason it was here, there is no trace now that it ever existed.
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