Çandahar

he ship begins to slow as you turn the final bend, and you find yourself staring at a wonderful sight. Drawing closer is the city of Candahar, capital of the Beyir Khelumvirate. Huge golden domes reflect the blazing sun, as rows of flowering trees over white marble lead to great fountains, mosaics, pools, and more. Streets full of oxen and camels, carts laden with silk, carriages full of barrels of oil or gunpowder, and thousands of people stretch out all around you. In the centre of the towering buildings of hardened clay, marble, and blindingly white brick, is a wonderous sight. A huge palace, domed like a teardrop, of striking perfect, seamless marble, reaching up to heaven, tipped with gold. It has hundreds of towers and is grander than any building you've ever seen before. The city is cut through by a wide canal that your boat sails down, passing under towering curving bridges, passing by piers, docks, open windows, and other canal boats. A strong smell of spice whiffs by you as you pass by an inn of some sort, and can hear roasting meat within. As you pass under a bridge, a woman on the path high above you tosses down a couple of rose petals, that flutter onto the deck beside you. Candahar was the capital of the Beyir Khelumvirate. It was huge and grand, dominated by Selim's palace.
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