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Standing on top of a shattered tower rising against the sky, he looked down the steep walls of moldering stones into the distant valley that extended all the way to the horizon. The full moon was rising. He drew his sword, and his gaze plunged deep into the chasm that opened below, at the bottom of the tower. There in the swirling red mists some horrendous demonic shapes writhed and palpitated.