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By the evening of the second day, having climbed a stone embankment to a gentle slope, Darita raised a curved bugle to her lips and blew three times. The sound trembled in the air, clung to the rocks, and died away, leaving a strange, dreary aftertaste in the ensuing silence.

Vallor, who had been silent almost all the way, stopped his tarpan and narrowed his gray eyes slightly.

– Mirrors? he asked, literally moments before the overhanging rock cracked in two, revealing a paved white road and houses lit by the setting sun.

Curling her lips in annoyance, Darita slightly touched the reins and slowly sent her horse forward.

“A very wise decision and rather sophisticated technology,” the stranger praised, looking back at the high narrow gates. How long have you been using this method?

Having greeted the unfamiliar guards cordially, Darita reluctantly turned around and shrugged her shoulders:

“Shanfar is our capital. The first city reborn from the ashes after the great Blight. The g
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