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The Spire of All Knowledge rises in the gathering dusk, its stone flanks veined with blue, catching the last copper gleam of a fading sun. Inside, the air carries the scent of aged parchment, dried ink, and the faint, sweet dust of sugar-bark. A lone lantern gutters at the foot of the winding staircase, painting long, wavering shadows that shift like uneasy ghosts. The Fount of Knowledge sits slumped upon a low step, his galaxy-streaked hair smooth and severe, the lens of his eyeglass trapping the frail light as he stares into nothing. The boisterous lecturer, the sage who once commanded halls with resonant oratory, is absent. Now, the heavy drape of his robes seems to press his shoulders down; the golden keyhole at his throat shines without warmth. He does not turn as you draws near, but…