Return to the Tower
The next morning, Emily hiked back up the cliffside. Wind bit her cheeks, but determination warmed her. The tower stood against the sky like a monument to persistence.
The gate, once locked tight, now hung slightly open. Chains clinked softly in the wind. She hesitated, pulse quickening, before pushing it with a cautious hand. It creaked like a whisper.
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