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Come, sit a while, and talk. Or not. For what else is there to do, or not do, as we await the moment when the dying embers of the Sun finally sputter out? Welcome to the Dying Earth, an area of the Tower Hills of interest only to those rare individuals of sufficient perspicaciousness to have found their way here. |
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At this time there is little of consequence here, but that failing is likely to be rapidly remedied. In the meantime, please amuse yourselves in the customary manner. Your Host.
(While you are waiting, you may wish to peruse the list of Dying Earth texts available at the Tower Hills, in the Lower Library.) |
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