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The magician and the huntress hurried through the forest as the storm lashed the trees and cracked the sky above. Although the raindrops soaked the magician and battered the brim of his hat, they seemed to be taking pains to avoid even brushing the huntress. When they arrived at the arch of the tower ruin, he was exhausted, while she showed barely a sign of fatigue. “Are you alright?” coughed the magician, slumping against a pillar. “Thanks to you,” answered the huntress, sitting beside him. “What is this place?” His eyes could see through time, what this place was and what it would be, from an exquisite