Through the dispersed whispers carried on many winds, are the victorious cries of queens and kings, the weathered echoes of epic battles and gentle sagas filled with tittle tattle.  The mountains groan through loneliness, ‘though surrounded by scenes harmonious through plants and streams and nature galore. The sun-flaked walls are all that stand upon this once and lively piece of land, the tower almost as old as time itself, its secrets buried for those who delve. But to be found foot must be stepped upon the ground, reached only by the waves that gently lap the island’s shore.

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