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Cresting the edge of a low hill near the center of the City of the Dead is a sheltered and overgrown dell. There, the air is sweet and pleasant as white jasmine vines tumble across the moss-covered headstones that lie beneath flowering dogwood trees.

A curious number of gently-bobbing driftglobes tend to pass through the peaceful and silent space, adding their light to that of the distant moon.