He moved the mouse. His crosshair drifted over a bookshelf, and for a second, he swore he could read the spines: *"Moby-Dick," "The Art of Mining," "Soggy Bottom: A Memoir of the Swamp."
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When the menu screen reappeared, the background was different. No panorama of rolling hills. Instead, a single block of dirt, magnified a thousand times, with roots and worms and a single glowing mushroom.
