It was a long walk back to wherever the old man and the woman lived, far beyond the bustling crowds of the markets. When the buildings became infrequent and crowds thin, Dael recognized fields - sort of. The trees were different from any he’d seen, and the hills were a rolling, deep red instead of the brown, sturdy earth he’d grown up farming.
And he could feel a different, deeper thrum of energy in the ground beneath him. He was somewhere else, somewhere far away.
The woman’s house was set atop a hill, a sprawling affair, gardens and courtyards – a palace.
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