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Tall curling spires
reach upwards towards the blue of the sky, their
edges flecked with gold, catching little bits of sunlight in brilliant
sparks.
A single door opens
up out into the brush, a sheer purple curtain blows with the breeze.
The scents of food and spice, wafts out in delicous waves..
You have tripped
apon The Purple Palace..
a home, and sanctuary
for slavekind. Built with magics, the oddly purple building is able to
shift and move with the sands.. appearing often in different locals.
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