With their supplies exhausted, the ship approached the cliffside and the fabled Twin Cities high above.
According to legend, it was once one island and one city. But half the people were so virtuous, and the other half so wicked, that the gods split it in two, divided by a deep, wide canyon.
The city on their right was built of white stone, with tall spires topped by colorful flags. The other was the drab stone of the cliffside, and their architecture was functional and graceless.
As usual, the ship picked the wrong port, drawn in by the pretty flags.

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