The warriors carved their base out of the side of the canyon, making a fortress impossible to breach.
They lived clinging to the cliff walls. They pulled fish from the swift waters and grew what crops they could in thin gardens that hugged the cliffside. They bided their time, safe from the reach of their enemies.
But just as the rocks below were worn away by water and shaped into graceful arches by the wind, they couldn’t help but be changed by their time in the canyon.
They had set their swords aside and picked up hammers and chisel instead.

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