Sun burning low in the sky, a copse of clouds, high and distant and still, baring the blank,uncaring face of the world. Two sets of hearts, Eleana whispered. Terrettt clutched her all the tighter. The heartwood walls were stained and grimy, hung with portraits of Kundalanharbormasters dating back hundreds of years.
But each time it began to form the vacuum collapsed it. Like the Kundalan have risen against us? Like the followers of the • dead god Enlil have risen againstus? We are Gyrgon! We are all-powerfulr Nith Settt raised his arms wide. The Gyrgon is dead, Riane said. Once, Glistening Drum had been a small village wholly in the service of the Abbey of Glistening Drum,the ruins of which could still be seen on a rubble-strewn promontory overlooking the town square.
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