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... o golden Shamslight spilling through tall windows.
The scent of citrus blossoms floated in the air, strangely comforting. Polished marble gleamed beneath his feet, reflecting light onto his face.
There was a hall, wide and high like a temple, yet somehow familiar. Painted pillars lined the corridor, each scribbled on with old tongue, their designs beyond intricate.
Malik wasn't still in that hall.
He... or rather, a much, much smaller version of himself, darted ac ...
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