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The Mystic Spires

The entire platform lurched as the castle-shaped portion of the dais pulled free from its perch and rose quickly in the air. No one had been prepared for what would happen, and they all dropped to the deck to avoid falling off. As they became accustomed to the motion, they slowly stood. Even though they were moving quickly, the ride took several minutes.

"What if the Fates are not friendly?" Junayd asked refusing to look down. Devrim had been thinking the same since his experience with the griffin. What if the Fates only allowed them to stay near the base of Dew Mountain because visitors were not welcome?

"Hands at the ready," the grey-eyed man responded as he held the pommel of his sword. The others followed suit, and even Aurora reached in her cloak for her bow. Above them a hole opened to admit them into a base of one of the spires. As they passed through a stray section of the cold mist to enter the portal, their vision was momentarily absent.

Their muscles

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