Friday Flashfic: Exile

Once upon a time the City had been a somewhere. Awestruck travelers had stood at the top of the rise and gaped as it rose before them, carved out of a delicate spire of rock.

Now it stood empty, a decayed monument to former beauty.

The bridges were hardly in better shape. Some had given up their struggle to collapse into the chasm. Once they had been the gateways into a glorious fairyland; now they were sad piles of rock and dusty mortar at the bottom of a ravine.

All in all, Elea thought, a fitting place for an exile.


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