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The tower stood jagged against a bruised, purple sky, a crooked spire of stone pointing toward the moon. Below, the kingdom slept beneath thatched roofs in silence, but up here, the wind screamed through cracks and crevices, carrying the scent of ancient dust and something faintly sweet—like lavender, or a perfume left to fade. Dean Winchester shoved open the heavy oak door at the peak of the spiral staircase, his breath hitching in his throat. He'd faced the tales, the warnings, the endless climb, and now he stood rooted in the doorway. A girl perched on the edge of a narrow bed, her silhouette framed by the arched window, her stare fixed on the stars beyond. She didn't turn at the door's groan, didn't start. She simply sat there, as if she'd been waiting for centuries. Dean's hand tig…