The hidden city, hah. If those who named it so had remembered the word traitor then they would have built the city in plain view, for all our enemies to see, instead of hiding behind mountains, thinking we were safe. But they didn't. In doing so, all they brought was a few years of peace, which the thought would last forever. They believed that betrayal and slaying were a thing of the past. At first they were right, and we enjoyed many years of peace. Then they were so, so wrong.
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