twenty-first

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Gandras, as seen through the eyes of anyone in this world, is a grand city. I mean in scale, not in beauty or the quality of its culture. No, the place is an absolute dump.

But through the eyes of a twelve-year-old boy who had never seen a town bigger than Krantz at a measly six or seven thousand people, well, the place was just gods-damned enormous. I remember being able to see the bloody walls almost as soon as we left Krantz, and that was a solid seven miles upriver.

We app...