There was too much emptiness ahead—and below. The railing was way too low for comfort. Mulan wasn’t afraid of heights, but a glimpse of what lay beneath the bridge made the muscles in her legs tighten. It was impossible to gauge how high the bridge was, given that below were levels upon levels of harsh ridges and cliffs, stone deserts, and villages overrun with ghosts and demons. Somewhere far down, she thought she spotted the Mountain of Flames ShiShi had mentioned to the demons.
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