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Only after all that was he finally taken to the living quarters. Thorax led him past a series of room-like cavities that were arranged in such a way that they reminded him of a barracks. Unlike the structures and tunnels up above, stonework was clearly involved in the making of these. Probably the last works of the long-gone changelings after being driven out of their city. It looked like anything else farther up was made by those who either had forgotten the craft, or didn’t have the time and resources to bother with anything more intricate than simple tunnels and chambers.
It was rather saddening to think that the changelings had lost so much—if what Thorax said about the old city was true. He felt a little guilty about once subscribing to the notion that changelings were just dangerous predators.
They still are, he thought at the back of his mind. But they were apparently also much more than that, a long time ago.
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