The city was grey. The roads were an unpaved trail of dirt through low buildings full of old and ugly people and it stank for lack of a canalization. Risge was one of the oldest cities in the known world. How could it survive to be this pitiful? Her proud white mare trotted stoically forward. The beast was made for green, not for grey.
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Moved this to chapter 3. Chapter 2 (draft1) incoming after throwing away two pre-drafts.
Everything was dark when Wakefield awoke and he couldn’t remember a thing. For a moment he just lay there breathing into the tight space of his armor. He tried moving his right arm but it didn’t react. He remembered falling. When the crashing behind him started he immediately put up his helmet and turned Ceres to face the danger. Then he and Ceres fell down the cliff.
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