Below him two spots of light appeared. Imr quickly put the letter away and with a wave extinguished the were-light. It was starting.
Slowly the spots moved, tracing a line of light behind them that was not unlike the were-light. He wondered if anybody in the city could see it. Somebody must have, once, the letter proved that. He watched on as the light crept, circling the city until it formed a ring of magical light shining upwards like tiny drops of light falling towards the sky. New lines formed, tracing the streets of old, drawing a map of the ancient city in golden light.
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