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Hours before the first light of day, the harsh autumn winds billowed through the narrow streets of the Calypsa district like a pack of wolves, carrying the frigid climate of the Starfall Mountains. The winds traveled in a frenzy, indiscriminately hunting for prey. Their icy fangs nipped at the fingers and toes at those foolish enough to be awake during the darkest hours of the day. The winds howled in anger, their cries echoing over the stone rooftops. They were searching for something: something sinister. Their cries did not go unheard. In an old bastion near the mouth of the Calypsa canal system, sat an old woman in a balcony. The winds sh