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The tower loomed against the bruised purple sky, a crooked finger of stone pointing at the moon. Below, the kingdom slept in thatched-roof silence, but up here, the wind howled through cracks and crevices, carrying a scent of old dust and something sweeter—lavender, maybe, or a forgotten perfume. Dean Winchester pushed open the heavy oak door at the top of the spiral stairs, his breath catching in his throat. He'd braved the stories, the warnings, the long climb, and now he stood frozen in the doorway. A girl sat on the edge of a narrow bed, her silhouette framed by the arched window, her gaze lost on the stars beyond. She didn't turn when the door groaned, didn't flinch. She just sat there, like she'd been waiting for years. Dean's hand tightened on the doorframe. "you," he said, his v…