Night Flower
Think about the height later, on the ground, when it was no longer relevant.
The top of the wall was wide enough to crouch on without the precariousness that would have made it an emergency. I stayed flat, pressed to the stone, and took my time with the assessment of what was on the other side.
A courtyard. Larger than my estimate from the ridge, which meant my estimate had been conservative, which meant the compound was more significant in scale than the external footprint suggested. Stone-flagged, well-maintained. A training ground in the far corner where two males worked through a sequence I recognized as advanced close-quarters: controlled, practiced, not sparring but drilling. Beyond th
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