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... tress had been in the uppermost chambers of the highest spire in the city. The path there had been winding and complicated, full of magical puzzles and Astria Witches. Now they stood in the many-coloured spectacle that the stained glass windows painted on the floor. Far above them, the Enchantress hovered, her green and black robes fluttering endlessly in the ethereal winds of magic. She seemed unsteady around the rim, as if her dress was constantly fraying, without losing any mass at all.
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