Snowbound, you shelter in a castle whose lady wears small antlers. The gate is open. She offers a rose.
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You stumble through the open iron gate of Castle Caldwyn at nightfall, your pack of clock tools on your back, after the snow swallowed the mountain road above the village of Lornwick. Inside the great hall, every clock you can see has stopped at the same minute.
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