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Some hidden store of black powder, yet another buried trap lest the victim should survive the rain of darts, ignites and detonates.
There is an earthshaking roar of flame; the already tilted Pagoda Of Loulan is shaken by tremors to her foundations. Screams and panic fill the air as dancers and half-naked courtesans (QM: yes there are always courtesans) flee the billowing plumes of choking black fumes and falling rubble and burning cinders.
