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Summary: Suffering from the Black Breath, Faramir must choose to return to the realm of the living.
What has happened? What hope is there, when my brother is dead? All is blurred by the darkness that is upon me.
I cringe at the thought of the Ringbearer and his companion following the slimeball into the heart of a realm of darkness. If the Ringbearer fails, what hope remains for any?
The battle here is of little use. Gondor is falling. Boromir is not here to make it right, and my heart tells me that my father can no longer help, either.
I hear a voice calling me. Has the king returned? I will return to the light.
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