Bodies and bone littered the streets next to buildings, long since left behind by scavengers or looters. Bleached white by what little sun reached this mountain city, the remains of soldiers and villagers looked as if they had fallen during a terrible siege. The town was silent, almost as if time was standing still. The rooster seemed to understand the circumstances as well, staying close to Linus’ feet for protection. Linus walked cautiously down one of the streets, looking over his shoulder to check if he was being watched. All was quiet, and it was then that Linus knew that the Lexicon was taken here.
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