Chapter 11

“When the mind is pure, joy follows, like a shadow that never leaves.”

-Buddha

As the starlit night wore on, they followed the long and winding gorge, sometimes walking swiftly along the dry riverbed, sometimes forced to pick their way amongst the jagged remains of ancient rapids, but always moving inexorably downwards, down towards the Grey Valley far below. The night passed without incident, and at long last the sky began to lighten. As day approached, the walls of the canyon came lower and lower, as though the lightening sky were bearing down upon them. Finally, just as the sun showed its searing face, the trail opened out onto a high cliff that ran beyond sight to the left and right, and spread out before them w...

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