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Light filled my eyes, revealing a space so strange, I had to blink for a few seconds to make sure I was properly seeing what was around me.
There were no windows in the room. All the light came from six mismatched lanterns hung from the ceiling, their flickering flames casting the place in a warm glow. Not that it really needed a warm glow. Every surface was colorful. The table in the middle was draped in purple cloth, which looked soft enough to curl up on and sleep right between the steaming pot of tea and the bowl of skittles that sat out like an interrupted midnight snack.
There were big armchairs and fainting couches scattered around the room in no order I could see. Long strips of fabric in every jewel tone I had ever heard of covered the walls, leaving no trace of a door to an
