The ruin of a great city! Even the sky was made red, as with blood. The rising ash filled the heavens, reflecting back down to earth the burning embers of that once great port. Its crumbling towers, left to rot in its prosperity, built of stone, still stand—ruins within ruins. See the bats fleeing from the smoke! The world is abandoned to these who will remember nothing and to the ghosts who must remember it all. Row for the gate. See, it is still open. No hand was left to shut it. The City on the River is fallen.
The City on the River Is Fallen
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