Chapter 27 "THE DRUMS OF DESTINY"

Slowly we descended that mount of desolation; lingeringly, as though the brooding eyes of Norhala were not yet sated with destruction. Of human life, of green life, of life of any kind there was none.

Man and tree, woman and flower, babe and bud, palace, temple and home-Norhala had stamped flat. She had crushed them within the rock-even as she h

            
            

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