7 The silence was broken by the rhythmic, metallic trill of Getti trumpets. Through the shattered North Gate, the royal entourage of King Memeru appeared. At the head of the column rode Memeru, draped in robes of Getti purple and gold, sitting atop a massive black charger. But it was the man riding just a…...
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