“There’s a disgusting bog about a day’s march east of here. It’s crawling with bloodsucking leeches and insects, and is a hideout for bandits. But there are vast riches out there in the sludge, buried in the ruins of an ancient watchtower. People around here call it the Tower of Sighs.”
This must once have been a mighty fortress, four stories
high and built of red stone. The roof is flat and surrounded
by battlements, but the tower is badly damaged. One
broken wall is wide open and blackened with soot. There
are stones scattered across the ground around it, as if a
huge fireball once blasted through the wall. Up close one
can hear distinct sighs that make one’s blood run cold.
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