The tower loomed over me, equally beautiful and menacing. I looked up, craning my neck in an attempt to glimpse the top. Unsurprisingly, I couldn’t make it out - it seemed to be almost entirely shrouded in murky gray clouds.
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_I can’t believe I’m about to do this. _
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I glanced down at my tattered dress, at my worn and muddied boots. I had no choice. If I stayed another night out in the col...