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The castle of Xania, which had once been grand and beautiful, now loomed over the surrounding countryside like a menacing, black tower. The once pristine walls had begun to crumble, and ivy crawled over them like a blanket of darkness. The grand entrance, once adorned with banners and bright lights, now lay in shambles. The windows, now boarded up and closed, cast a sinister shadow over the land.
The castle had been transformed into a dark and ominous place in a matter of days, and it was all thanks to the shapeshifter who had taken the place of the king. His dark magic had seeped into every corner of the castle, twisting the once beautiful architecture into a place of fear and terror. The halls were silent, except for the occasional whisper of ghosts who roamed the corridors. The air
