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One draught, more bitter than the Zakkum tree, Brought us unto the land of mystery
 * Where rising Sand and Dust and Flame conceal

The door of every Caravanseri.

We reach a door and there the legend find. "To all the Pilgrims of the Human Mind:
 * Knock and pass on!" We knock and knock and
 * knock;

But no one answers save the moaning wind