Rescuing Beto

The bell in the star-square's tower clanged and a wave of black fire rolled out from the moat around its base and spouted from its five-pointed windows. The Leveler stood motionless on its pinnacle, a tall scarlet-tipped lance in his hand, watching the gouts of flame hit the stones of the square . . .

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