A Weakness in the Air
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The rocks here are rife with mica[…] You can taste it, like electricity or autumn. Someone says: "[…] I think that Parabola must be close in this place. Often I smell roses. I see a child, and a great cat. They wait for me to dream."
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Card drawn in Cave of the Nadir
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