Deserted. Naglimund was empty, with not a single soul left behind to greet a snow-bewildered wanderer. He had walked leagues through the storm-ridden white waste to reach a place that was as dead and dumb as stone. But, he wondered suddenly, if that is so . . . then what are those blue lights that flicker in the windows of the towers?
I'm not certain we want to know
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