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Shade of Carn Dûm
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The elf did not seem to be interested in the handkerchief, and sat still. The morning sky was periwinkle-colored and blotched with light grey clouds. The sun shone through and reflected itself in his eyes as he looked up. He looked at his hands, which still had a bit of blood on them.
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