Сны вождя Швабры

Every time the Chief does this, we find ourselves in a new place. It all starts with a thin layer of fog enveloping every item, most chronicles and staff, making them semi-transparent. Through them, as if through dim glass, you can see the gears and wires that make them up. Pipes and cables grow through the walls and ceiling like vine stems. The tiles fall off the walls, ceiling and floor, revealing previously hidden niches that lead out, but there's nothing but sky and clouds. There are five people at the table: Harding, McMurphy, Scanlan, old Pete, and me. Some translucent chronicles..

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