The first transport was mightily delayed due to some oft-mentioned calamity in the Northern Lands a week before, where landslides swept away paths and entire towns were flooded. So, late I arrived in the capital where I seemed to stand in the way of a million people, but none said a word as they passed around me like water round a rock. I travelled underground in tight tubes, pressed together like goblins (and was forbidden from drinking wine). Now, finally I fly south from the city into the darkness, past high monoliths to unknown gods. Soon I will arrive in the fabled East Grinstead.
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