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... nsional panorama. I stared at it mutely, my mind empty.
The light emanating from the strange, flat box mimicked a flame perfectly, down to the sounds and flares. It was like watching a painting move, except this was too real to be a painting. It was too bright to be oil on a canvas, too, and I felt no mana from the strange construct.
There were similar devices on the wealthier sections of Alacrya; where recorded images were displayed over a wall of pure mana.
Toren had ca ...
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