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... nd library: now a millennia-old mausoleum for decayed books, ruined stone shelves, and forgotten knowledge: her form unmoving except for the occasional shallow breath. The deathly silence and yawning darkness of the atrium were intruded upon only by the softly glowing golden panels that hung suspended in the air and a few granite planters scattered about containing glowing blue grass and the occasional tiny golden mushroom. Discarded on the dusty stone beside her outstretched hand lay a sprig of ...
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