L’Arête wasn’t just impregnable. It was unassailable.
Excerpt… Provins, October, 1325 “How high is the rock, do you think?” Shasha said. “Five times the height of the towers of St. Mark’s, and that’s just the rock,” Firas said. Everyone’s eyes raised to what grew from the top of the rock. On a ledge close to the summit many tiny houses had been…
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