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Haunting Spirit
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Tinuiel stared with horror at the faces leering at her from the murky water. She could see Mornovarion a little in front of her. His back was bent. His body was covered with welts and bruises and blood. She stumbled forward a few paces and tried to place her hand on his shoulder, but her hand passed through him. No one saw her. She could only look on in despair as an Orc took a whip to his already shredded back. Tinuiel screamed. She cried out so loudly she thought the vision must cease, but it didn't. Instead, the Orcs paused. At first, Tinuiel thought that perhaps they had heard her, but it was not so. Tinuiel saw dark, hooded figures approaching, and a wave of fear so tangible it nearly knocked her over swept through her body. All the elves and even the orcs were cowering in fear.
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