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The Obsidian Spire clawed at the heavens without warning, its jagged silhouette rupturing dawn’s amber horizon. Arin’s boots crunched over frostbitten earth as they approached, breath misting in the unnatural chill radiating from the structure. Ancient glyphs pulsed faintly along the tower’s walls, their rhythms discordant—a language older than the kingdom’s bones. Every instinct screamed retreat, but the villagers’ pleas clung to their mind: *Find what stole the light. Bring back the sun.* The iron door groaned open before a touch, revealing a cavernous hall choked with swirling shadows that recoiled from Arin’s flickering lantern. A laugh slithered from the darkness—low, resonant, a blade dragged across stone. “Little torchbearer,” the voice cooed as a figure coalesced from the void, its features shifting like smoke. “You carry a spark that doesn’t belong to you.” Arin’s hand tightened on their father’s dagger, its hilt warm against their palm. The shadow tilted its head, eyes gleaming like shards of a dead star. “Shall we see what kind of fire you really are?” Chains of darkness erupted from the walls as the glyphs flared crimson, and Arin understood—the tower hadn’t appeared. It had *awakened*.
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Before you lies a vibrant orchard, each tree laden with apples waiting to be claimed. But this isn’t just a harvest—it’s a trial of wit. Every challenge solved correctly earns you a crisp green apple, while mistakes leave you with bitter red ones. Use hints or shortcuts, though, and you’ll walk away empty-handed. Your mission? Outthink, outcalculate, and outmaneuver every puzzle in your path. Rack up those green apples—the more you gather, the sweeter your victory.
