The Tower looms, a faint grey-stone bastion against the cloud-streaked noon sky, tinged blue from distance. Even from such a length, the groanings of its masonry and slight swaying echo through the wooded forest - a constant, rumbling reminder of the lurking structure.

Who built it and why? Where did it come from? What secrets were held beyond its thousands of locked doors? Such questions were ripe in Ghost of Books' mind as he led his small band to camp at its base, little paws crouched around a warm fire as whispers and speculation filled the air.

Their excursions have discovered little but dust, insects, and moth-eaten papers, but surely there must be something of note within the Tower....




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