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. The Passroad twisted around like a snake,
never running straight for more than a mile or two.
Flint had never been to Thorbardin - they didn't exactly
embrace hill dwarves there - but his father had once told
him something that was tugging at his mind now. The dwar-
ven capitol city had two entrances: Northgate and
Southgate. Originally, a wide, walled ledge edged the
mountainside at the entrances, but the Cataclysm had de-
stroyed most of the northern ledge, leaving only a five-foot
remnant towering one thousand feet above the valley.
The Passroad seemed to be leading him toward the north-
ern entrance, and unless his father had been mistaken, that
gate into the great city would soar one thousand feet above
him. But how could that be? How could the huge, lumber-
ing freight wagons enter Thorbardin from the north?
Unless the Passroad continued past Northgate and circled
the expansive realm to enter at Southgate... If that were
the case, Flint had-a long walk ahead of him, since the city
stretched more than twenty miles in circumference.
But that didn't make sense either. The heart of the Kharo-
lis Mountains stood between here and there, and no wagon
could cross that tumultuous landscape
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