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She entered the Grand Archive, and with trembling hands, opened the orb. A cascade of light poured out, forming a three‑dimensional tapestry that hovered above the central hall. It displayed the lost city: towering towers of crystal, libraries filled with floating tomes, scholars walking in circles of light, and at the heart, a massive sundial that projected the sun’s memory onto the walls.

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