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... losed around Baalbek like the jaws of a trap. The air was thin and dry, tasting of dust and pine. Baldwin IV sat his horse on a narrow plateau overlooking the valley below, where the walls of Baalbek rose sharp and defiant from the rocky soil. The sun had barely crested the ridgeline, its rays glinting off Frankish mail and burnished helms.
The city itself was smaller than Damascus or Aleppo, but its position—fortified within a basin of cliffs and hills—gave it natural strength far great ...
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