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Mourning Falls

Two weeks of dreams. Ships burning, confusion, cries of the dying. Dreams. Dreams of that day, oh cursed day. The day of stained souls. Haldaer quietly stood atop the falls in Imladris,  his sorrow and anger emanating from him. Eyes distant and face hard.