![]() ![]() The house was newer than its neighbors, having been rebuilt several generations earlier because of a fire. The bakery looked much as it had when she'd first seen it. Seraph crossed the bridge, skirted the few people tending animals, and headed for the steps of the steep road that zigzagged its way up the mountain face, edged with stone buildings. The rich hues of new wood contrasted with the greys of the village, but, to her, that seemed to be merely an accent to the harmony of stone buildings and craggy mountain. Even after twenty years, the sight still impressed her.įrom where she stood, the new temple at the very top of the village rose like a falcon over its prey. She glanced across the river and up the mountainside where Redern hung, terraced like some ancient giant's stone garden. When Seraph reached the narrow bridge, the river was high and the wooden walkway was slick with cold water from the spring runoff. ![]()
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