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  • There was this tower of siege. Ebony planks and brass strips. It was enormous, and it could be barely moved. It required too may men. It happened that, with time, it was surrounded by bastions, houses, stables. Walls covered and supported the rotten wood. The weed rose the impending vertical, and sometimes a rusted sword or a battered helmet came out.


    C'era questa torre d'assedio. Assi d'ebano e fasce d'ottone. Era enorme, e si muoveva a malapena. Occorrevano troppi uomini. Finì che col tempo fu circondata da bastioni, case e stalle. Le mura ricoprivano e sostenevano il legno marcio. L'erba saliva la verticale incombente, e qualche volta spuntava una spada arrugginita o un elmo ammaccato
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