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Of course that is where she had gone. Unable to fly himself, it always took him a while to reach the ghostly room. One of the walls was torn down, opening up a massive chamber. The sickly sweet smell of honey years beyond when it had been edible filled the air. In this room there too had been a lake, filled to the brim with pure and untouched water. Now, the water had been removed, used for other ends and the basin had been filled with more honey than most Hives made in years. “Varvaya?” He entered, hesitant to breach the border between reality and memory. When he had come, it had already been so. “Doth zou zink I made a m