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You rise and run along the battlements, escaping death by inches as the stone ball shears away the parapet and walkway where you were sheltering. One hundred yards further on, a tower looms into view; it is one of many that reinforce the city wall. You can hardly believe your eyes when you notice that your companion, Banedon, is standing behind the crenellations. You wave and shout to him but the noise of battle drowns your call.
