Like our old land, this one seemed composed largely of sand and stone.


The towns were deserted, save elders and women...


....as the warriors gathered, as all true men do, in a warm bath with their young lovers.


Surely no place that so reveled in the sacred bond between man and boy could be entirely uncivilized.


But while strolling casually through a neighboring city, we heard rumours that a Persian encampment had been erected nearby.


With a cry that rent the heavens of this other world, we charged off to avenge our deaths.

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