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Tavon
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I sleep, and, while I do, my eyes are drawn to the image of Maeklos staring back at me. While immersed in a black cloud, he says to me, “It’s time to get up. I’m ready to have my talk with you.”
I open my eyes just as the sun begins to crest and shines through a sliding glass door to my right. Outside, there’s a balcony lined with a white, embroidered railing that looks out over the Strawberry Hotel. From where I’m lying down, on a bed with brown, silk sheets, I can see Hadrian leaning against the rail and looking out across the Culinarem District. Raiko’s propped up against the wall on my right with his legs crossed as he meditates with a large book sitting in front of him.
Last night, Architect Maeklos flew us across Spectacem and crossed one of the tunnels leading i
