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These thoughts made Thobius feel stuffy, though the breeze blew coolness and freshness into the bedchamber. The wizard closed the window, thinking, did not take the staff or bag and went out into the corridor. Lighting his way with a luminous moth, he descended to the lower floors of the main tower and stepped out into the night sky.

The stars shone dimly from the sky, dark clouds similar to clouds floated slowly, inside the castle people went to bed, but outside, in its courtyard, life did not think to stop. Sentinels walked along the walls with spears and crossbows, a forge was working, servants scurried around in the light of torches, finishing what they did not have time to finish during the day, resting guards sat near the fires built right in the courtyard, and, judging by the smell, baked potato tubers in the fire. Attracted by the near-familiar sounds of a hammer striking an anvil and the hum of the flames in the forge, the magician headed towards the forge.

The heat, the smel
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