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... ering, painted haze—like ink dropped into water, spreading tendrils of color in every direction.
It was Dr. Juggler’s Domain.
The world around them twisted. The forest faded into a strange dreamscape. Trees shimmered as if made of brushstrokes, swaying like dancers in a surreal painting. The lake behind the tent bubbled with unnatural colors, its surface reflecting nothing of the real world. Somewhere in the distance, a broken calliope wheezed out a haunting tune—off-key, whimsic ...
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