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...You're in a beautiful, small chapel.  Oh, how lovely this religious
chamber appears to your worldly eye... all delicate and "good" amongst the
chaos of reality.  The silver altar on the far side (don't bother looking,
it doesn't have an extra description) is tarnished, something that you notice
with considerable irony -- after all, it is the holy focus of the WONDERFUL
Goddess Tashanna.  You look around and suddenly realize: this world is no
longer a living fantasy, but instead a cold, grey world, long forgotten by
it's patron goddess.  You feel the desire to leave; the exit is to the west.
There is nothing lying on the ground.
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