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In a cafe overlooking a Welsh bay, and just managed to get into the Wifi.
CIRDAN: See, hear, a conduit in confusion for him.
HAVENS: They are grey, and beardless, but slightly changed.
AUTUMN: Its mellow fruitfulness suits a Ringbearer's wanderlust.
PAIN: Suffering, a land loses its first scenery.
TRAUMA: For this ordeal, an article is added, on a German dream.
ELANOR: Winding road, alternatively, reveals her.
RINGBEARERS: Call carriers for them!
8. A land in Berlin, with a road beneath, we hear?
BOX OF EARTH: Move along two! This one has a lid, and probably a hinge, too.
10. Empire builders swallow Northern Ukraine for him, initially.
11. French valley sighs in confusion for him.
No-one has guessed the right chapter number yet.
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"Sit by the firelight's glow; tell us an old tale we know. Tell of adventures strange and rare; never to change, ever to share! Stories we tell will cast their spell, now and for always."
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