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... to the wrong cathedral, one leg crossed over the other, skirt fluttering just enough to scandalize the poor sods who happened to glance my way.
From my vantage point I could see the whole room being remade piece by piece, as if a nest of ants had suddenly decided to play at civilization.
Men were dragging in massive vats, the kind you could drown an ox in, sloshing and groaning with the weight of them. Long iron tables followed, their legs screeching against the stone like tortur ...
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