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<DIV align="center">Hanging Gardens<br>
of Wasten Coridale<br>
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<DIV align="left">[This book was apparently written in Dwemer and translated to Aldmeris. Only fragments of the Aldmeris is readable, but it may be enough for a scholar of Aldmeris to translate fragments of other Dwemer books.]<br>
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...guide Altmer-Estrial led with foot-flames for the town-center where lay dead the quadrangular gardens...<br>
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...asked the foundations and chains and vessels their naming places...<br>
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...why they did not use solid sound to teach escape from the Earth Bones nor nourished them with frozen flames...<br>
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....the word I shall have once written of, this "art" our lesser cousins speak of when their admirable ignorance...<br>
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...but neither words nor experience cleanses the essence of the strange and terrible ways of defying our ancestors' transient rules.<br>
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[The translation ends with a comment in Dwemer in a different hand, which you may be translated as follows:]<br>
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"Put down your ardent cutting-globes, Nbthld. Your Aldmeris has the correct words, but they cannot be properly misinterpreted."<br>
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