Scrawls in the Dust (#twistfatechallenge)
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In the shifting white, he saw the dread, the heat, and the torrid fear which he would set out to cause. His eyes shone feverishly, and the ghost of a malignant smile crept onto his lips.
Revered, trusted and renowned for his adventures and fireworks, Gandalf the Grey has earned a steady reputation across Middle Earth. On a clear night in Bree, however, his musings reveal what he has hidden under a wise, humble exterior.
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