19. The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
Climb on. The long stairs sap you of strength, bringing you closer to fears unknown. Still, you laugh, at your role in a never-ending story. The stones listen.
Sleep on. In the lap of the faithful, you find momentary rest. Old, pitiful Smeagol seeks redemption with a caress. You stir and Sam awakens. With rash judgments, the fleeting moment shatters. Forever lost.
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