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Fi i [@*U;["Narrow Hallway" " [00U;	[
Fi i [@3U;["Crowded Study"key
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Fi i [@<U;["Sitting Room"painting
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Fii [@EU;["Curving Hall" " [0U;	[
Fi i [@NU;["Atelier"/easel
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Fi i [@NU;["Mosaic Room"cage
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Fi i [U;["Curving Hall, South End" " [@j0U;	[
Fi i [@mU;["Dim Shed"glove
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Fi i [@vU;["Landing" " [@|000U;	[
Fi i[@U;["Mountain Path" " [U;	[
Fi i[@ƒ@v[i i @€00U;	[
Fi i [@ƒU;["Mountain Garden" " [@000U;	[
Fi i [@U;["Marble Balcony" " [@–0000000Fii"“Below this gently curved balcony, the world drops away into a green vista. The stony slopes of the mountainside beneath you crumble, invaded by bracken and tree, until the mountain pines merge into verdant forest and a lush valley floor. A bright thread marks a stream; a distant valley lake is a silver arc. Beyond the valley, and around it, taller mountains stand like patient shadows in the blue air.F[i i 0U;	[
Fi i [@U;["Warm Bower" " [00@¡00000Fii"This corner of the garden is cozily tucked into a natural alcove, surrounded by stone bluffs on three sides. The sun is hot on your face. To the south, the ground drops away, revealing a lush valley far below. The path back to the garden curves up around an outcropping to the east.F[i i 0Fii"wA tiny pleasance-garden is nestled here, high on a mountainside. Odd bits of statuary stand among the sculpted slopes and hillocks; small marble pillars mark the borders of the knotted paths. The lawn is perfectly trimmed. The mountain towers above you to the north; high on its face you see a featureless white dome. Above that, the sun shines in a wide blue mountain's sky.F[i i 000Fii"JYou stand at the foot of a low rocky cliff. It squats above you, but it obscures little of the vast blue sky that stretches all around. Mossy boulders hem you in on either side; a tidy path winds to the south between them. To the north the path enters a crack in the cliff, meeting stairs which vanish down into enclosed darkness.F[i i U;	[
Fi i[@v@[i i 00Fii"{The cramped stair reaches a landing here; it reverses and continues upward to the south. The walls are close and dark.F[i i 000@°@‰@s0Fii"This room looks like nothing so much as a small, windowless garden shed. The floor is bare dirt; the walls are unfinished planks. The only light falls in through the archway to the west. A narrow opening to the north leads to a steep stairway, which climbs away into darkness.F[i i 00000Fi
i"The curving corridor ends here. The blank plaster wall to the south features a large window; sunlight pours in, brightening this end of the hall. You can go through the archway to the east, take the stairs which ascend to the west, or return north along the corridor.F@N[i i 0@KU;	[
Fi i [@NU;["Curving Hall at Pedestal" " [U;	[
Fi i [@½U;["Natural Passage" " [U;	[
Fi i [@ÆU;["Vaulting Cavern"
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Fi i [@ÏU;["Confusing Passage" " [0U;	[
Fi i [@ØU;["Dead End" " [00U;	[
Fii [@áU;["Cistern, West"grating" [U;	[
Fi i [@êU;["Cistern, Bottom"wheel
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Fii [@óU;["Cistern, East"
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Fi i [@üU;["Cistern Catwalk, East"red mask
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Fi i [@U;["Cistern Catwalk, Northeast"+small gum blob
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Fi i [U;["Cistern Catwalk, North"	hole" [000@0U;	[
Fi i [U;["Cistern Catwalk, Northwest"	hole" [0@000U;	[
Fi i [@ U;["Cistern Catwalk, West" " [@&000U;	[
Fi i [@)U;["Cistern Catwalk, Southwest" " [000U;	[
Fi i[@20[i i 000@/Fii"pYou stand in the glass trough, on the southwest side of its arc. It runs southeast and northwest from here.F[i i 000Fii	"You stand in the glass trough, at the west edge of the chamber. It runs south and north from here. The catwalk is heavily cracked at this point. The cracks spiderweb several feet of the glass surface; at their center, a medium-sized hole is broken right through.F[i i 00Fii"You stand in the glass trough, on the northwest side of the chamber. It runs southwest and northeast from here. The catwalk is rather cracked at this point. A web of cracks spreads nearly across the trough; at their center, a large hole is broken right through.F@[i i 00Fii"ÿYou stand in the glass trough, on the north side of the chamber. It runs east and west from here. The catwalk is somewhat cracked at this point. The cracks spiderweb several feet of the glass surface; at their center, a small hole is broken right through.F@[i i Fii"pYou stand in the glass trough, on the northeast side of its arc. It runs northwest and southeast from here.F[i i 000@000Fii	"ÈYou stand on the catwalk -- or rather, in the catwalk. The glass surface is curved, forming a shallow trough. It begins here, on the east side of the cistern, and follows the wall around to the north.F[i i0U;	[
Fi i [@ê@ü[i i 0Fii"ÔYou are at the eastern side of the elliptical cistern, standing next to a low glass platform. The platform is about three strides across; it juts out from the granite wall, a bare inch above the dead-black floor.F[ii0@ð0Fii"You are at the bottom of the cistern, at the edge, where the down-sloping floor meets the east wall. Directly above you hangs the glass platform; yards above that, the catwalk circumnavigates the room; and above that, the white ellipse of the ceiling spreads its featureless radiance.F[ii 0@H000@ç0Fii"You are at the edge of an immense and empty elliptical chamber. The walls are of granite blocks, tightly fitted and dressed, bare of window or ornament. It feels like a vast cistern, not a place for human habitation. The only exit is the door directly west.F[i i 00@Þ00Fi
i"íThe passage from the southwest comes to an abrupt end here, in a round, water- worn alcove. The eastern wall is of dressed granite -- an intrusion in these deep natural caverns. A heavy iron door is set into the wall; it is tightly shut.F[i i 000@Õ00Fi	i"ÏThe passageway runs from southwest to northeast, more or less. Great columns and masses of stone rise from floor to ceiling; the tunnel divides and enjoins around them, a confusing wrangle of minor branches.F[i i 00@Ì0U;	[
Fi i [@ÏU;["Shore of River" " [00@V0U;	[
Fi i[@Y0[i i 000Fii	"áYou stand on the eastern shore of a black river -- a silent sheet of mirror-dark water which slips by as you watch. Somewhere, far to the south, you hear the thin roar of falling water. A broad passage leads back to the east.F[i i 0Tii	" A high, arched space opens around you, deep within the earth. The floor is unevenly interspersed with stalagmites and stone columns; your torchlight glitters in droplets from the stalactites above. Between the pale, hanging pinnacles of frozen stone, a vein of dark ore streaks the vault.F[i i 000@Ã000Fii
"OThis is a narrow passageway, which winds between irregular stone walls into the world's underdarkness. The passage was clearly not carved by human hands. Creamy limestone laps and drips in ancient, water-worn folds. The archway to the south is the only source of light; the passage vanishes into cave-blackness, somewhere to the north.F[i i U;	[
Fi i [@½U;["Harp Chamber"straw
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Fii[@l0[i i 00@i00Fi	i
"KBroad golden pillars march around the edge of this circular chamber. The walls between the pillars are deeply set, painted in variegated shades of blue and sea-green, and lit from some hidden source. An archway leads southwest, and there is a door to the east. The eastern door is closed; blinding light seeps out around its edges.F[i i 0@º00U;	[
Fi i [@½U;["Curving Hall, West End" " [U;	[
Fi i [@{U;["Arboretum"iron key
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"ZThe walls here are painted white and are utterly undecorated. An archway leads south.F[i i 0@x0U;	[
Fii [@{U;["North Alcove" " [@Œ000U;	[
Fi i [@U;["Orrery"
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Fi i [@˜U;["South Alcove" " [@ž0000000Fii"tThis is a small, curved alcove, off a large chamber to the north. A plain iron ladder leads up through a shaft.F[i i 000Fii"uYou stand in a wide, tall, and dimly lit chamber. It has six sides; smaller alcoves open to the north and south.F[i i 000Fii"This is a small, curved alcove, off a large chamber to the south. An archway to the north reveals a flight of ascending stairs.F[i i 000Fii"úThe curving corridor ends here, in a blank plaster wall relieved by a single window. The window looks out on a strange subterranean prospect to the west. You can return east, pass through the archway to the north, or try the closed door to the south.F[i i 0Fii"¥The dingy plaster walls of this corridor curve out of sight to the west and southeast. Tiny candles provide the only illumination. Archways lead north and northeast.F[i i Fi	i"You are in a high, dim corridor, walled in cracked and moldering plaster. The only light comes from tiny flickering candles above. The hall curves gently around from the south to the northwest. You see an open door to the west; archways open to the northeast and east.F[i i U;	[
Fi i [@EU;["Curtained Room"chair
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Fi i [@¶@<[i i @³Fi
i"§The walls of this small room are entirely swathed in heavy brocade curtains. The only openings are to the west and northwest, and a closed lead-slab door to the south.F[i i @B000Fii"äThis room seems more inviting. The walls are painted with delicate patterns of flowers, which merge into a soft-hued carpet beneath your feet. Two chairs and a cushioned settee face a bright-flickering fireplace on the far wall.F[i i 0@À000@90Fii"œYou stand amid clutter, oddments, shelves and stacks. The chamber is comfortably broad, centered around a massive and well-worn wooden desk. But so much is jammed in, around the desk and up the panelled walls, that you barely find room to stand. Books; papers; dried plants; animals stuffed and preserved, antique instruments, candles of any hue. You don't recognize half of it, and you can't name half the rest.F[i i 000@00Fii"¾You are standing in a short windowless hallway. To the east is the foot of a flight of stairs, which rises out of sight. To the west, the hallway narrows, ending in a small gap of a doorway.F[i i 00000Fii"ÝThis space, barely wider than outstretched arms, seems to have been chopped raw and square from unfinished stone. Only the floor is smooth -- a fine white surface beneath your feet. There is a narrow gap in the east wall.F@3@<@E@N@¶@b@W@½@Æ@l@{@@˜@¡@„@m@v@@ƒ@@™@¤@Ï@Y@Ø@á@ê@ü@ó@@@@ @)@2[0@0@9@B@K@T@_@º@³@À@¼@Ã@i@x@r@@Œ@•@ž@s@|@€@@–@¡@‰@j@°@Ì@V@_@Õ@Þ@ç@H@ð@ù@@@@&@/@8@"Bottom FloorU;[[U;["Metal Culvert" " [U;	[
Fi i[@ÒU;["Red Desert" " [0000@Ø000Fii"ßA stark desert is spread in every direction. The harsh grit beneath your feet is littered with dusty stones, small and large. The sun is a red glare on the horizon, turning the world to strokes of scarlet, rust, and shadow.F[i i U;	[
Fi i[@ÒU;["Mountain Pool"brown mask" [00@ã00000Fii"ùJagged mountains tear the skies in every direction. They are unreal, impossible peaks -- knife-like spires of rock. But in this sheltered nook, life flourishes. A small mossy pool, cool and shadowed with tiny fish, has gathered below a rock- spring.F[i i 00U;	[
Fi i[@Ò0[i i 000Fii"ÙYou find yourself standing in a dark culvert of some kind. The curving walls are polished metal, antique with tarnish. To the south, the channel ends in a circular glass barrier; to the north, it opens out into light.F@æ@Û[@î@ã@Ø0U;[[U;["Dark Dome, North" " [00U;	[
Fi i [U;["Dark Dome, East" " [@ý000U;	[
Fi i [@ U;["Dark Dome, South" " [U;	[
Fi i [@	U;["Dark Dome, Center"pyramid
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Fi i [@U;["Dark Dome, West" " [U;	[
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"ÆYou stand at the west edge of a vast round space. It stretches out to the east, arching into an immense dome. A diffuse illumination spreads across the lower reaches, barely bright enough to see by.F[i i 0Fi	i
"©You stand at the center of a vast round space. An immense dome arches above you. A diffuse illumination spreads across the lower reaches, barely bright enough to see by.F[i i U;	[
Fi i [@ @	[i i @000@5@1Fi	i"ÈYou stand at the south edge of a vast round space. It stretches out to the north, arching into an immense dome. A diffuse illumination spreads across the lower reaches, barely bright enough to see by.F[i i @=@U;	[
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"ÆYou stand at the east edge of a vast round space. It stretches out to the west, arching into an immense dome. A diffuse illumination spreads across the lower reaches, barely bright enough to see by.F@÷[i i @C@@-@)U;	[
Fi i [U;["Translucent Dome" " [000@IU;	[
Fi i [@LU;["Catwalk, South" " [@R0U;	[
Fi i [@UU;["Catwalk, East" " [U;	[
Fi i [@^U;["Catwalk, North" " [00@d000U;	[
Fi i [@gU;["Catwalk, West" " [@m000U;	[
Fi i [@p@U[i i 000Fii"õYou are at the western edge of a catwalk which circles a pale dome. The dome rises from the face of a sunlit mountain peak, which towers to the north. To the south, the stone slopes descend to a wide valley, shining green in the afternoon light.F[i i 0Fii"You stand on a narrow, railless catwalk, which girdles the translucent dome to the south. To the north, the mountain rises massively above you. But the dome stands on its own promontory; the mountain face is several yards away. The ravine between dome and mountain is deep and jagged.F[i i 000@[000Fii"ÏYou are at the eastern edge of a catwalk which circles a pale dome. The dome rises from the face of a sunlit mountain peak, which towers to the north. To the south, the stone slopes fall to a verdant valley.F[i i 000@v0Fii" This railless catwalk circles the outer edge of a pale dome. You stand at the southern edge of the circle; the catwalk disappears around the dome to the east and west. A few iron steps lead up to an opening in the dome, from which a ladder descends inside.F[i i 000Fii"You are in a small round dome. The curving surface is translucent, bright with the daylight filtering in from outside. The floor beneath your feet is a harsh metal grating. The ladder runs from a hole in the grating, near the south side, up to a matching opening in the dome above.F@÷[iiFi	i	"ÈYou stand at the north edge of a vast round space. It stretches out to the south, arching into an immense dome. A diffuse illumination spreads across the lower reaches, barely bright enough to see by.F@@#@	@ @L@U@^@g@p[@@ @)@5@@@@ý@1@-@C@=@R@[@d@m@v@I0ii