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24 At the Edge
Bone-creak and moan, our fathers’ solemn song plays on
Groan of timber and broken brawn born of giants long-since gone.
They cry as one, a mournful chant, as a lone wind through mountain coils.
excerpted from "At the Edge" - 'The End of Tales'
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