Past Riddle #48 (Dec 30, 2023)

In lands of lore, my towering form doth rise, A monarch's hand, a strategist's prize. Guardian of realm, of stone and keep, Where secrets dwell and shadows creep. I stand unmoved by tempest's roar, A titan's might behind each door. What am I, that lords and ladies seek, Whose very walls the ancient tongues do speak?

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