![]() No greenery here, but four equidistant windows set into the curved wall with flowers and vines carved into their sills, a wooden imitation. ![]() The staircase spiraled upward far enough to make her winded before finally ending right in the center of a circular room. Unlike the Keep, it didn’t seem sinister here- part of the structure, rather than an invader. Overgrowth lined the walls, leaves and pale blooms papering the gray rock in shades of white and green. Beyond it, a staircase climbed up into darkness. The moss-covered door creaked slightly as she pushed it open, startlingly loud in the silence of the Wilderwood. ![]() From this angle, the windows at its top lined up perfectly, forming gaps of sky in the stone. She craned her neck upward as she followed the wall to the tower. Red’s breath was one more cloud in the fog-covered courtyard, spiraling from her lips in the chill air. ![]()
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