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It is night.
The first thing Anika feels is the smell. Not of rot — not yet — but of damp stone, ancient dust, and melted wax.
Beyond the courtyard, the main gate yawns open, revealing stairways into the dungeon.
The only light comes from her own hands, flickering with uncertainty.
You take a few steps into the outer grounds with your mad guardian.
No one saw you leave. She told no one.
What you carry in your hands is a miracle.
But in the world below… miracles draw hunger.
And deep within… Belarmino waits.

"I won't rush you. What do you want to do?"

>small chapel
>ruins of a drainage duct
>main gate
>crack at the base of the tower

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