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Mirów
The ruins of Mirów Castle rise against a heavy sky, their weathered stones carrying centuries of battles, silence, and resilience. The lone tower crowned with a flag feels like a sentinel, standing firm amidst decay, whispering stories of forgotten days. Nature and history intertwine here, where fragments of walls still guard the memory of strength and endurance.
Mirów
The ruins of Mirów Castle rise against a heavy sky, their weathered stones carrying centuries of battles, silence, and resilience. The lone tower crowned with a flag feels like a sentinel, standing firm amidst decay, whispering stories of forgotten days. Nature and history intertwine here, where fragments of walls still guard the memory of strength and endurance.