The Dying Earth
Chapter Two: Mazarian The Magician
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Deep in thought, Mazarian walked his garden.
Here blooms like bubbles tugged
gently upward from glazed green
leaves, there shrubs bore a
thousand pipe-shaped blossoms,
each whistling softly to make
the music of the ancient Earth...
Such was Mazarian's garden.
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