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Fall from Grace
an illustrated tale
page 2
 

    Indeed it was not far off, and within the next hour the group had exited the forest and were now standing on the Grannelian Plains.  Garalt couldn't see what was so special about the place, but Greylen was noticeably excited.  He was almost giddy.
    "It's here! It's here!  Demonclaw!  It's here!" he kept repeating.  Demonclaw just looked around with a satisfied smile.
    "What is here, the tower?  I see nothing..." Garalt looked around.
    "Here, watch," Greylen said, fumbling around in his belt pouch.  "Spell of long ago, you have served your purpose, now is the time to give back your energies to the world!  Mirrored Mist.... DISPEL!"
    No sooner did Greylen say the words and lift his wand did the entire scene before them instantly change.  The whole field of grass, the trees that had been around them, all disappeared in a puff of smoke.  What lay before them was most truly hard to comprehend.
    "Behold!  The Tower of Olyian!" Greylen proclaimed, his words were filled with pride.
    "Astonishing..." whispered Garn slowly.
    "By God..." Kullvox said to himself.
 
 

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