Published at 2592 × 1944 in Chapters 16-20
When I finally reached the edge and hung my head over, I understood their joyful expressions. Below us was a magnificent vista blending the best of humankind and nature. Balancing on that rim, I became one with history. Maintained, cultivated, and passed down through generations. Ammon’s words echoed in my brain. Built six-hundred years ago, it took three-hundred years to complete this riveting masterpiece.



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