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. Chane thought of it, and felt as
though some grand thing had been lost along the way.
Wars and hostilities and conflicts among peoples had de-
stroyed the roads, and put an end to the commerce they
had represented.
This very bridge, this soaring arch across a misted
gorge, might have been part of that same old route from
Thorbardin to Pax Tharkas to the lands of Abanasinia
...destroyed in the Dwarfgate Wars. The bridge might
have been a point of registry for dwarven goods out-
bound, and a point of inspection for the treasures of
other places, coming to the dwarven realm. The broken
lands beyond would have made ideal trading grounds. A
hundred camps could be set up within a half-mile, each
in its private corner, and all interconnected by the maze
of stone-walled paths. It would have been a trading ba-
zaar like nothing ever seen in Thorbardin, even in the
great centers of the Daewar city.
It was a pity, that such things no longer were.
"If ever there is peace," Chane muttered, "real peace
and cooperation, it will be warriors and fighters who
bring it. For they are the ones who have seen the most of
chaos."
Chess glanced around at him. 'You sound like an elf."
"Or a human," Jilian observed. "That does sound aw-
fully human, Chane."
"I wonder," he said
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