Tales From a Thousand Worlds

The room inside was not exactly how Blade had expected to be, and in some regards it reminded him of Old Anja’s shop, for it was cluttered with all manner of paraphernalia and devices, which, for the most, he had no understanding of their purpose. Some were of glass or metal, of wood or crystal or substances he did not know. They hung from the ceiling or the walls, stood on the floors or were precariously balanced one on the other. If there existed another means of leaving the room besides the way they had entered, he could not make it out behind all the clutter.

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