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A Quiet Night

It was a quiet night in Gondolin. Glinthir, perched upon his balcony on one of the city's high towers above the market district, was once again lost in his thoughts. He took a deep breath, blinked once more to enjoy his little game with the city lights, and retreated to his study. He was home. He was happy. And completely oblivious that his home would perish, along with all his friends, family and loved ones within that same year. 

Thank you for reading,

Namárië,

Glinthir

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