Chapter 9, Lane Stone:
The magistrate’s fighting dojo lay far inland, situated away from the cooling breeze that normally came off the water. As a volunteer fighter, Lane was allowed to venture to the wall and walk to scan out over the farms and catch the small whiff of breeze drifting over the crops. The light breeze did little to upset the torches that lit the walkway. During the day, even this far north, he spotted the tops of snow-capped mountains that laced through the interior of this and every shard. If the wind shifted during a storm, the air would come rushing off those white peaks and bring a refreshing chill to the air. That didn’t happen often enough for Lane.
He was surprised to not spot a perimeter wall surrounding the town of Cliffside. To his knowledge, all the city-state
