“This city is amazing!” Brian marveled as they passed through the city gate and proceeded up the main road. “I look around and I see Cadiz, Cordoba, Segovia, Morocco, Athens, and the Taj Mahal—all surrounded by the Great Wall of China. I know I’ve never been here but seeing it—it feels like I’ve always known it. It’s beautiful!”
“I do not know these places you have named,” Kazlen Vor told him, “but I am pleased that you like our city.”
“How old is it?”
“It is ancient,” Kazlen Vor answered. “It is said that Arlown himself had a hand in the designs.”
He led them along the main thoroughfare that wound to the palace, past gardens, fountains, and shops full of people wearing long, embroidered tunics over loose cotton pantaloons. They chatted as he led them through the palace gate and to a s
