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The tower stood at the center of the courtyard like a broken tooth, its stone face pitted by centuries of rain and the slow, grinding erosion of time. It was a structure of immense weight, built to hold secrets and keep them dry, yet it felt hollow now, a hollow that echoed in the bones of those who walked past its base. Thomas stood before it, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword he no...
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