The White City
October 23rd 2006 A quiet rumble at first to capture the attention of a prowling fox, then a thunderous crack, and an endless shadow that sent the soaring birds into retreat, and finally the red glow of the rivers of fire running down the white mountains would tell the villagers that once again the god was angry.
Having taken heed of the mountains cries the Incas would set out on a journey. A journey that began h
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