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(Bolts of lightning explode upwards from the books, on the roof of the cage structure. Navichet and Xundítriggar stand near it, watching. From behind the ruined edge of a wall, Noc, Spondule, and Old Lady watch, stunned)

OLD LADY: O by Wretch what is it.

SPONDULE: Books. Like I told you. They’re like-- alchemy. Part of some big, like-- project.

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