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... ire of Dreams. Through the tower’s translucent, pearlescent walls, they could see the beautiful, sleeping city spread out below them, a silent diorama of a forgotten civilization. The chaotic storm of dreams that had assaulted them at the base of the spire had subsided, replaced by a calm, watchful silence.
The platform came to a smooth stop. They were in a new chamber, a vast, circular room identical to the one below, but the air here felt different. It was colder, and the psychic press ...
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