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Turjan held the knowledge:
under the most dire inquiry
Turjan had kept his secret
close. Perhaps if he inser-
ted another angle in the
passage, Mazarian thought...

The sun had gone from the sky.
Mazarian's night-blossoms
opened and their captive
grey moths fluttered from
bloom to bloom.

Within was a box, actually a
squared passageway. A small
furious dragon chased a man
half it's size through the
four-angled run.

Mazarian had captured the
man several weeks before
by trickery, reducing him in
size and thus imprisoning
him.

The man was Turjan.

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