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G: One who loves the dark side swallows double zero, two directions and a note here?
ORODRUIN: Crooked cross. Destruction. And here we are.
RULING RING: Circle that draws lines?
T: Charged component in great turmoil for her.
H: Two articles, two liquids, a note and a pronoun. Mix them up to reveal them.
ANNATAR: In him, a palindrome girl meets a sailor.
U: See the back of the article here, mon ami.
R: He’d be a palindrome, but a note becomes a point.
TAR-CALION: Thank you, trumpet, for perplexing him!
HUAN: He really is almost human!
E: Mix female-born herb for him.
CELEBRIMBOR: Beleg returns, with noted change and edge. Denethor’s little son completes him.
RINGLORD: Call, master, and see him.
U: Den inside undisclosed igloos? Yes, initially. There they are!
E: This time, a glaring palindrome!
L: Here’s a well-directed start. A Shakespearean snag is mirrored. And HMNB Devonport is sprinkled around.
ORODRUIN is ROOD made crooked, plus RUIN.
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