The Claw of the Conciliator

Here I pause again, having taken you, reader, from town to town - from the little mining village of Saltus to the desolate stone town whose very name had long ago been lost among the whirling years. Saltus was for me the gateway to the world beyond the City Imperishable. So too, the stone town was a gateway, a gateway to the mountains I had glimpsed through its ruined arches. For a long way thereafter, I was to journey among their gorges and fastnesses, their blind eyes and brooding faces.



Here I pause. If you wish to walk no farther with me, reader, I do not blame you. It is no easy road.