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Nestled in a shadowed corner of a crumbling medieval city
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hidden between towering
,
decrepit buildings
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stands a small
,
weathered house
.
Its crooked timbers and sagging roof hint at the weight of years
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while ivy and creeping moss cling to its stone facade
.
The narrow
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uneven path leading to the front door is barely visible
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swallowed by overgrown weeds and the detritus of the city’s decay
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Inside
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the dim glow of a single candle flickers from a wooden table
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casting long
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erratic shadows across the cramped
,
cluttered interior
.
The room is filled with an assortment of oddities—jars of strange herbs and vials of murky liquid line the shelves
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while ancient
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dusty tomes are piled haphazardly in every corner
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The air is thick with the pungent aroma of dried herbs and the faint
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unsettling scent of something unknown
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Seated at the table
,
an old lady
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her frail frame draped in a tattered cloak
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is bent over an open book
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Her gnarled fingers
,
stained with the remnants of her craft
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move with surprising dexterity as she inscribes mysterious runes on a piece of parchment
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Her face
,
lined with age and wisdom
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is partially obscured by a tattered hood
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but her sharp
,
discerning eyes gleam with a hidden knowledge
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The house creaks and groans with every gust of wind that howls through the narrow streets outside
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The occasional flicker of candlelight illuminates strange symbols etched into the walls and an array of esoteric objects that hint at the old lady’s enigmatic pursuits
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In this dark
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medieval setting
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the small house serves as a refuge for secrets and ancient magic
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a solitary beacon of the arcane amidst the city's encroaching gloom
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