Dark Sun: Prism Pentad 3 - The Amber Enchantress - Plot & Excerpts
It was a hot, windless morning, and the smoke of the fires hugged the ground like a cloud of dust sinking to earth. The haze in the plaza hung so thick it was impossible to breathe without choking on mordant-tasting ash, and anyone standing more than a few feet away seemed no more than a ghostly silhouette. In spite of the fumes, Nibenese slaves labored throughout Sage's Square, felling withered trees and throwing the blackened trunks onto mountainous fires. Somewhere in the smoke, an ensemble of the city's finest ryl pipers filled the air with sorrowful notes, accompanying a morose singer lamenting the loss of the ancient grove. “Did you find our guide?” asked Magnus. “No,” Sadira answered. Already, it was well past dawn and they had seen no sign of Raka, or anyone else sent by the Veiled Alliance. “You're certain you saw the boy escape the emporium?” “Yes,” the windsinger answered.
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