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By the tall obelisks, all seaweed-girt, Drift the pale dead of long and long ago, Lovers and kings who may not more be hurt, Wounded by lips or by the dagger's blow. -- _The Sunken Towers._
From the cliff's edge a narrow bridge of rock jutted, a natural formation worn by wind and rain. It ended on a jagged ledge, at the back of which a black hole gaped. Elak said, "Lycon, wait here. I must take this road alone."