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  • The Path I choose
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    A knocking on the door made her look up from the book she was reading. A guest? At this hour? Slowly the small Hobbit stood up to answer the door. „Dwalin, at your service." A dwarf. A dwarf on her doorstep. A dwarf she knew a long time ago. A dwarf who died in battle, proudly swinging his weapon. With a blank stare s...