Prologue: The Light Of Day

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The sun hit the small hole in the tower, peeking through exposing the ever so slightly hidden staff, and illuminating the darkness that consumed me.

"AAAAHHHH!" The light. I hate the Light. This tower was meant to loom over the dark city, and be foggy and eerily black, not bloodshot red. The tower was engulfed in light for a slight second, and then it was over. But I heard someone scream the words FIRE! I looked out the tiny slit through the grey mossy tower and saw a burning flame, expanding, and growing.

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