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|Level 0 – 5 = The sound of wings, and the feeling of wind upon your face. | |Level 0 – 5 = The sound of wings, and the feeling of wind upon your face. | ||
|Level 13 – 14 = Uneven stone beneath your feet, flagstones bowed by an eternity of use. | |Level 13 – 14 = Uneven stone beneath your feet, flagstones bowed by an eternity of use. | ||
− | |Level 16 – | + | |Level 16 – 18 = Footsteps behind you. Or are they the echo of your own? |
|Level 21 – 24 = The smell of a forest, of sap and new growth. How long has it been? | |Level 21 – 24 = The smell of a forest, of sap and new growth. How long has it been? | ||
|Level 26 – 30 = Cool moss beneath your fingers, budding in the cracks of derelict stonework. | |Level 26 – 30 = Cool moss beneath your fingers, budding in the cracks of derelict stonework. | ||
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|Level 67 = Can colour smell? You almost fancy the violant breaches your nostrils, frustrated by the blindfold's barrier. | |Level 67 = Can colour smell? You almost fancy the violant breaches your nostrils, frustrated by the blindfold's barrier. | ||
|Level 72 = A drop in pressure. Your ears complain. Is it the altitude? | |Level 72 = A drop in pressure. Your ears complain. Is it the altitude? | ||
− | |Level | + | |Level 79 = Prayer has a texture. The silence here is heavy with it. |
|Level 82 = The scent of hot amber, and ammonia. The Illuminated must be near. | |Level 82 = The scent of hot amber, and ammonia. The Illuminated must be near. | ||
|Level 91 = Something skitters behind you. A noise borne only of too many legs. | |Level 91 = Something skitters behind you. A noise borne only of too many legs. | ||
|Level 100 = You smell thunder, but the storm never breaks. | |Level 100 = You smell thunder, but the storm never breaks. | ||
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