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An old dwarf gloats and grieves in Nargothrond. * The echo scuttled around the cave. Dead like your sons. Dead like the beautiful boy you betrayed. He moaned. I am the last. I will die, and we will fade from history and song. Alone in the dark, Mīm knelt and wept. |
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