First Chapter - The Fourth Horseman
I think of Joshua every time I watch someone die. I think he may have been the only real friend I ever had. I killed him, of course.
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The constant high winds and rain along Equinox's Horizon made the construction of cities all but impossible before humans mastered the Craft. With magic, the Zath began to erect massive structures of marble and stone that seemed to rise straight out of the mountains they were a part of.
Now, modern-day Zatharyth is a stark vision of vaulting architecture. A sprawling cityscape of white marble columns and sloped rooftops wards the Zath from the winds of Typhus, protecting the marketplaces, arenas, and great halls of the upper warrens.
Meanwhile, below the city, the underwarrens--their winding caverns dimly lit and poorly architected--fall into decay and disrepair.