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The City was built of dark madness, and it stretched
across the land to fill me with dread, for the path I
trod would bring me to it’s portal. The City stones
had been quarried from the night, and in all their
details and dressings they celebrated wickedness.
No rain could wash the dust of evil from that place,
and no wind could drive out its corrupt air.
Insanity had served as architect, engineer and
master to the city’s Masons, and had guided all their
levels and plumblines.
I turned my steps toward the far horizon, and still
the city was before me. Once more I turned, and
again, and yet another turning. With each freshly
chosen course I drew nearer to the City gates, and
its towers and walls loomed higher. That fatefull
gateway was the end of every road, and despair
gnawed at my heart.
As I paused to seek a new escape, I noticed that I was
not alone on the inevitable hideous path. Between
myself and the city stood a man, his head bent and
his eyes downcast - lost in some deep contemplation.
as I watched, he turned his steps toward the city.
His strides were firm, but he came no closer to the
gate, and I watched as he passed me by, and went
further from the city gates until he vanished in the
distant mists.
So it was possible to escape the City and its brooding
darkness, and I resolved to march, against all
reason, towards the City. And when I did so, the City
grew no closer, but was soon lost to my sight...
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