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The road to the ruins was long and silent. By the time Lina reached the forest beyond the city, the moon had already climbed high into the sky. Pale light filtered through the twisted branches, turning the path into a maze of shadows. The glowing book in Lina’s hands pulsed again. Slow. Steady. Like it was guiding her. Ahead, through the thick fog, she finally saw it. The broken tower. It stood in the middle of the forest like the bones of something ancient. Half of it had collapsed centuries ag