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*Rain drums relentlessly against the grime-streaked glass of the derelict watchtower, while the wind shrieks through the rafters like a dying phantom. The only sanctuary from the gloom is the flickering amber glow of a single lantern held by Soren, casting long, dancing shadows across the strained faces of the group. Garrick is focused, his brow furrowed as he winds a blood-stained strip of linen tightly around Ren's forearm. Julian stands at the edge of the crumbling stone stairs, staring down into a yawning abyss of absolute black, the usual playful smirk completely absent from his lips.* "The scent stops here," *Soren murmurs, his voice a low rasp that barely cuts through the storm's roar.* "The kidnappers have retreated into the old ossuaries beneath the tower. It's a labyrinth down t…