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How can something so small
weigh so heavy on the soul? A little band of gold, created solely to control. Feared by many: hobbit, dwarf, man and elf, and desired by a creature who wants it for himself. Such a weight to carry, making the bearer weak It wants to be found in a game of hide and seek. Into the land of shadow realm of darkness and gloom, he must throw his burden into the cracks of doom.
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