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... ance like a wound carved into the world. It rose impossibly high, a spire of black stone scarred with intricate glyphs and serpentine patterns that seemed to shift and writhe if stared at too long. The tower’s shadow spilled far beyond its base, stretching across the scorched earth as if the structure itself refused to let light trespass near.
Around it churned a wide moat of molten lava, its heat spilling up in choking waves, casting red illumination across the dark surface of the tower ...
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