They touched down as planned. A guard in a snappy uniform met them, then motioned them to a pair of vans. Drivers hurried them down twisty roads, sometimes narrow between claustrophobic hills, other times with wide open views that would have been magnificent in daylight. At last a medieval city sprang into view, huddled on a crumbling hillside, as if it were part of the mountain. Cypress could tell at a glance it was abandoned; no lights, no cars, no movement. They parked, pulling ...