We strode across shattered blocks, whiter than sugar, under a sky the color of wine. "Here the Temple of Zyzyphs once stood," said Ki Liet, "upon its thin and elegant pillars that seemed surely too thin and elegant to support the roof."
We paused atop the pile of rubble.
"The architect won an award for futility," said Ki Liet. "--Now we are coming to the Brick Bridge of Ku. Crossing will be difficult. Some of the bricks only appear to exist."
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