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The stone was cold. It bit into my palms. I pressed them flat against the north wall of the keep. The mortar was crumbling. My fingers dug into the grit. I did not flinch. I am old. My joints ache. The damp air seeps into my bones. It is a familiar pain. I know it well. I am Edmund. I was a builder. Now I am a keeper. The castle is all that remains of us. My wife, Elara, is gone. She has been...

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