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5) The king’s henchmen have finally caught up to you. Your feet pound the stone treads as you climb, exhausted from days of ceaseless flight. Home is a memory, almost forgotten, fear thick in your mouth as you climb upward, but to where? The tower can’t climb forever. They are closing in, steel blades and plates of armor clatter on the steps and against the walls in pursuit. You fling open the trap door, dragging yourself out into the blackening sky. There is nowhere else to climb to, no more running. The gaggle of henchmen claw and squirm their way onto the parapet, surrounding you slowly circling with faces slit in wide smiles of murderous glee. Your heart pounds. Seconds only now. In a rush, the first attacker lunges forward and you react, without thinking, your skin splits open and your wings unfurl with such violence that everything seems to stop…
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