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Above the spires, where the sky clung tightly to stone, stood a forgotten tower cloaked in shadow. Ancient magic masked its presence — not just from the eye, but from thought itself. Few knew it existed, and fewer dared approach. And tonight, the silence was broken only by the rhythmic click of boots on marble.
A figure stood before a mirror not made of glass, but of liquid shadow. It pulsed faintly, showing scenes from below — the shattered courtyard, the bloodstained s ...
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