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No! No! Do not leave me, my brother! Not now. Not in this way.
Orëmir pressed deeply into his brother’s mind, following the fading thoughts. He had reconciled himself to Endamir’s leaving at the end of this . . . trip, he was going to say . . . but now, the word debacle came to mind.
He had wanted to stretch out what little time was left to them. And now that time was narrowing down to nothing.
Orëmir’s arms went slack; his head fell forward, resting against his brother’s brow.
I am with you . . . wait . . . wait . . .
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