Finn found himself sprawled out on a stone floor. He was almost certain that he was still in the tower, but it was not dark inside. There were chunky white crystals set into holders on the walls casting an eerie blue-white brilliance all around him. Not that there was much to see.
Certainly nothing that had grabbed him and pulled. For some reason, he imagined a giant raven’s foot had clenched around his ankle to bring him here.



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