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... ugh his tousled black hair, and stepped smoothly back onto the path, his heart thudding with anticipation.
No alarm.
No eyes lingered.
The music inside was soft and strange, a haunting melody of strings and low drums, the air thick with rosewater, amber, and the undercurrent of lust.
The Marble Sanctuary waited, its golden glow beckoning.
And he was no longer Lor.
He was no one.
And everyone.
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Inside.
The world ...
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