The Forgotten One -II- Book Five -Tales Of The Fourth Age
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  • Reads 1,657
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  • Parts 15
  • Time 2h 8m
Ongoing, First published Oct 07, 2018
Seventeen years have passed since the Fall of Gondor in the year Fo.A 2. The Black Tree has taken root and rules with an iron fist, seeking to hasten the return of the Shadow. The South is filled with a restless evil, and the White Tree lays dead.
In the North, Boromir leads the remnants of Gondor in the rebuilt city of Annúminas and tries to keep hope alive for a disheartened people. But his problems are compounded by spies, traitors, and friends alike, and that hope is beginning to wane.

Broken seemingly beyond repair, Údar is weighed down by the guilt of what he's brought to his beloved world, and wonders if it's time to leave for good. Haunted by the past that he's been trying to outrun, Údar will finally find that you can only run so long before it catches up with you.

And that no one remains forgotten.
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