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... e rusted steam and iron of the Labyrinth. Here, the walkways were paved with white marble that had been polished until it reflected the sky: and the air carried the scent of expensive incense and blooming jasmine. There was no mud here. There were no bloodstains or the ozone tang of spent mana.
Vane walked with a deliberate, steady pace. He did not hunch his shoulders or look at the ground. Even in his simple medical robe, he carried himself with the same cold authority he had used to ru ...
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