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The city walls had been growing taller as Heather, Frankle, and Daemi approached them, tramping through sodden fields, then joining the steady stream of travellers moving along the first wide road they came to; seemingly every villager from the surrounding areas was headed for the shelter of the city.
They had landed further from Sontair than Heather thought; the sheer size of the walls had tricked her sense of distance. It had taken two full days to get this far, and the sun was just touching the western horizon when they made out the shape of the enormous gates standing open, allowing the thickening flow of travellers in and out of the walled city.
Daemi had been trying to hurry the other two along, but they didn’t share her history of long marches and physical activity, and though
