Vincent van Gogh Vegetable Gardens in Montmartre

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'What's he doing?' Spelter whispered.
'I'm not exactly sure,' murmured Carding. 'As far as we can understand it, he's creating a new home for wizardry'
Streamers of coloured light flashed about the indistinct ovoid, like a distant thunderstorm. The glow lit Coin's preoccupied face from below, giving it the semblance of a mask.
'I don't see how we will all fit in,' the bursar said. 'Carding, last night I saw-’
'It is finished,' a doorway instantly appeared. He marched out through it, leaving the wizards to follow him.
He went through the Archchancellor's garden, followed by a gaggle of wizards in the same way that a comet is followed by its tail, and didn't stop until he reached the banks of the Ankh. There were some hoary old willows here, and the river flowed, or at any rate moved, in said Coin. He held up the egg, which flashed occasionally from some inner light and gave off tiny white prominences. Not only was it a long way off, Spelter thought, it was also extremely heavy; it went right through heaviness and out the other side, into that strange negative realism where lead would be a vacuum. He grabbed Carding's sleeve again.'Carding, listen, it's important, listen, when I looked in-''I really wish you’d stop doing that.''But the staff, his staff, it's not-’Coin stood up and pointed the staff at the wall, where