Donna asks…How does this sound, please critique it, and rate by interest?The wind whipping his gray hair and his long-sleeved navy shirt, Benjamin caught sight of a looming city built into a mountain. There seemed to be a heavy fog over it, but it was still bustling, as usual.
“Down there, Glenvoir,” he said. “There is Mynotr.”
The faithful bird cawed loudly and descended, accelerating very quickly and swooping low over the fourth
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