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The wind of the desert moved like a restless spirit across the canyon.
It rushed along the towering cliffs and rose in warm currents that carried dust and sunlight together through the air. Far below, the ancient river carved its slow path through stone that had endured since the earliest ages of Zahryssar.
Across that vast canyon now stretched something new.
The Arkane Bridge.
The Arkane Bridge, a monument made of stone and iron, a ...
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