5. A Familiar Thing
He recognised it at first sight. And yet...
He knelt down and brushed away the long fronds of wet grass to reveal what remained of the familiar shape.
He knew where to look. He scraped slowly at a broken corner, the ugly coating of half-wet moss picked up from the shallow bank, clinging to his leaden fingers… a nauseating blackish-green, dripping water back onto the sodden rushes beneath. But he continued, until it finally peeled off to reveal the familiar tiny crack that a wild sword thrust had left on the horn of Gondor.
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