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... damn tower for a way out. First floor to fifth, up and down every nooks and crevices of it.
The banquet hall was still dimly lit by that same orange hue bleeding from beneath the door. The air was heavy with that woody, moldy scent of rotting tables and wet ash.
I tried the fireplace, poking at the ashes for anything hidden underneath. Yet there was just splinters, soot, and a bone that looked too big to belong to a chicken...
I tried the wooden door, but we’ve establish ...
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