![]() ![]() ![]() We walked past endless jutting turrets, layers of twisted stone walls blackened with soot and age, slithering like a filthy living beast, a city built of ruin and whim. And that was exactly what they were to me. I knew he walked shackled somewhere behind me at the end of the caravan, prisoners, both of us-and Venda didn’t take prisoners. ![]() The gathering rattle of dry bones rippled through the crowd as they jockeyed to get a better look, strings of small sun-bleached heads, femurs, and teeth waving from their belts as they pressed forward to see me. Were they amused or sneering?Īnd there was the jingle of skulls. The curious inched closer, peering at me with half-open mouths that revealed rotten teeth. All of it patiently woven together, and patience wasn’t my strong suit.īut first, more than anything, I had to find a way to make my heart stop pummeling my chest. It was going to take many acts, not just one, every step renegotiated. I had thought that was all it would take.īut as Venda swallowed me up, as the misshapen walls and hundreds of curious faces closed in, as I heard the clatter of chains and the bridge lowering behind me, cutting me off from the rest of the world, I knew my steps had to be certain. ![]()
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