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... d meters long, its walls did not touch the ceiling, which was lost in a starry vault of living magic. Permanent conjurations created moving constellations that criss-crossed the space above, while ethereal crystal chandeliers floated in the air, flickering with silver flames.

Kael entered in silence, and at the same moment, a wave of movement swept through the central corridor.

Maids appeared as if they had sprung from the walls, arranged in impeccable rows along the side walkway ...

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