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The young Minmatar passed the mudbrick walls of the terminal with its sputtering praydrones and its ragged rush of beggars, felt the dark heady breeze caress the back of his neck as the days first frying smells slithered dustborne into his nostrils. He had not missed Dam-Torsad, it was true; but now, upon returning, he had to give it its due. Few places in the universe ¨C certainly none he had visited ¨C possessed in the same proportions that uneasy mingling of purity and rot which forever straps the Amarr soul to the rack of its own contradiction.

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