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... iles, the dream-memory thick and vibrant with color. He stood inside it like a ghost, neither seen nor acknowledged, differently from the other memories he had perceived before.
The boy in the too-large top hat stood at the edge of the clearing with the red-haired girl.
The temple loomed in front of them, dark stone and stark lines rising like a blade plunged into the earth. The forest seemed to recoil from it, the trees bending subtly away, as if trying to avoid even the shadow ...
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