The southern side of the Sulfur River was an alien, hostile nightmare compared to the pine-scented valleys of the northern mountains. Here, the Red Crags rose like the jagged ribs of a colossal petrified leviathan, thrusting upward from dry shale plains into a smoky, copper-tinged sky. The stone was brittle, sharp as broken glass, stained with deep veins of crimson cinnabar and yellow arsenic dust that rose in choking puffs…
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