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1. Credulous fellow gains a thousand and a vital element. In turmoil is he revealed.
2. Lion sound? Horse? Mingles for a king.
NIARHT: Shire chief runs back, gaining direction. Stocky, stubborn bloke reflected.
DNORLE: Swinburne's poetic form muddles and loses you, we hear? Reflects a kindly lord, though.
ARWEN: Maiden close, with point in a muddle.
6. Matriarch in chaotic prison ship reflects him.
7. Hoopy chap in a spin.
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"Sit by the firelight's glow; tell us an old tale we know. Tell of adventures strange and rare; never to change, ever to share! Stories we tell will cast their spell, now and for always."
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