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You ride across this busy square into an avenue that heads north, towards the heart of Varetta. Apothecaries and candle-makers’ shops flank this wide street until it opens upon an ornate park filled with rare and beautiful flowers. The sight and scent of these blooms are entrancing and, before you are aware of any change, you find yourself intoxicated by their powerful aroma.
‘Awake, Grand Master,’ says an old man’s voice in your ear. ‘You have no time to dream.’
