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11 reviewsThese days, it seemed the odor pervaded the air more often than not.
Getayu continued his winding ascent up the sheer face of the sacred mesa. Like a giant’s hand clawing up out of the ground, the rock mesa that served as Getayu’s home rose high above the dunes below. The rickety wooden planks nailed into the cliff groaned as he stepped on them. The desert wind assailed him, threatening to send him plummeting. Despite having traversed the hallowed paths hundreds of times before, he’d never gotten used to the treacherous walkways around the mesa’s exterior.
A final climb up a rusted iron ladder led him to the flat summit, where his cerulean jacket gleamed in the sunlight. The crevices along the mesa’s top cackled with torchlight shining up from the monastery and villages in the mesa’s excavated interior. Getayu walked slowly, avoiding the pitfalls that spelled doom for careless acolytes and enfeebled superiors alike.
At the summit’s east side, he took his place among a flock of nesting albatrosses and sat in meditation. With every deep inhalation, he smelled the rotten god. The stench threatened to wrest him from his trance, but he held his ground. Like a tiger sniffing out its prey, he followed the creature’s scent, tracing it over the desert, past dozens of encampments to the city on the horizon. Sonanarth, the jewel of the golden goddess, where the harsh desert inexplicably yielded to verdant grassland. Cold sweat ran down his forehead. (...)
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