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... adows, and smelled faintly of rotting fruit and damp earth.
Jon Stark stood at the base of the massive brick wall. It rose fifteen feet into the night sky, its surface smooth and imposing. Along the upper ridge, the jagged, cruel teeth of broken glass and rusted iron shards glittered menacingly in the pale moonlight, designed to rip the hands of any thief foolish enough to attempt a climb.
Arthur Dayne stood a few paces back, enveloped entirely in the gloom. Anna waited near the ...
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