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Nestled in the trees is a stone tower, its bricks mossy-grown and tired. It reaches up toward a clear sky, golden light falling upon it, the light of summer-autumn, the golden hour. A long path with cobblestones leads up to a wooden door, left ajar. Inside is a warm hearth and a sleeping creature, curled up on a fine rug. Its breathing is steady and comfortable. You are safe here.