2: Servants Of The Crossed Arrows - Plot & Excerpts
The sun had not risen high enough to burn away last night’s chill and frost still clung to ceremonial stones and iron statues like prickly white lichen. John flexed his fingers inside his fur-lined gloves to draw a little more feeling into them. He resituated the sheepskin of daru’sira that Pivan had given him, slinging it over his shoulder. The Thousand Steps to Heaven’s Door began at the highest point at the north end of the city. The steps themselves were unremarkable. Plain gray stone, they were only a little more narrow and tall than the steps leading up to the college library back at home. Each step taken alone was simple and unimpressive. But one look up the mountainside and their monumental scale became clear. Carved into the face of the mountain, the steps rose like an immense scar. John craned his neck back, following the straight line of the stairs up to where they were lost from sight in the white wisps of clouds.
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