http://slow.writerscafe.org/Brutis140 The original writings of author Brutis140 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776073829 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15     Large waves forced the sheets of ice to move on the water. The winds were heavy and in their favor. The crew lowered massive plates of steel into the water preventing the ice from damaging the ship. The weather was harsh but Ellarah was a skilled Captian and had braved much more d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brutis140/1935682/ Ahead, carved into the mountains was a large stone corridor. It easily stood fifty feet high. Intricate designs lined the outer stonework. The path was long and dark and each side was line with steel braziers that illuminated the way. Dozens of people passed on either side as they walked deeper into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brutis140/1914953/  A few days had passed as they traveled along the road toward the city. They were again in the desert. 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