“Can this door really be opened?” Leif asked.
If not for Natiaveda’s earlier warning, hearing the old steward say “you may not go out at night” would not have made her force her way through, but she would at least have dared to open a crack. The daytime sights, however, had been far too bizarre. She suspected that the uncontrollable chaos Natiaveda had mentioned might refer to those people and objects piled up from sand that randomly formed and then scattered.
“Last night it could not be opened, but now it can.” Natiaveda opened a narrow gap. Outside she...
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