Find the Standard-Bearer
When the first half loses
the last of itself,
And the dark tower is illuminated.
My name is written there.
Sorry for the Delay, thanks for your patience. Happy Riddling.
Sophia
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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