"When the wraith reaches the Indigo Kingdom," I said, "all of this will be destroyed. But wealth wasn't the only thing that shone: glass panes hung on the west face of every house and tower and mansion in Skyvale, the mirrored city.īeyond the houses, factories, shops, and refugee hovels, mountains were silhouetted against the night sky. Those people were important enough to warrant gas lamps at night, as though light protected like locks or swords or shields. "Sure." The city spread below us, shimmering with knots of streetlights in the wealthy districts. She gathered it all back and tied it with a torn bit of fabric. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Wind plucked at a wayward strand of her sleek, black hair. Every time we came to the western side of the city, she insisted we stop and look, and I couldn't find it in myself to deny her that pleasure. T HE MIRRORS WERE an expensive superstition.
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