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... jaw nearly dropped. Not that he was impressed, of course—not him. He would rather die twice than give the place the satisfaction. But still...
The hall didn’t look like the cramped, stuffy temple he had imagined. No, it was alive.
Massive marble pillars rose high, their crowns lost in the shimmering ceiling, and down their lengths dangled vines dotted with white blossoms, their faint perfume sweet but not cloying. Small streams wove across the polished green floor, glittering as ...
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