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... ned observatory atop the northern cliffs. On Thursday, they trekked to the outskirts where a crumbling stone shrine stood half-swallowed by ivy. Its arched doorway, carved with fading constellations, led to a courtyard where wind chimes made of sea glass clinked softly.
They were poking at moss-covered reliefs when a voice rasped behind them. "You two lost?"
An old caretaker emerged from the shadows, her apron stained with clay. She eyed Jace's motorcycle gloves. "Tourists?"
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