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by
Terry Brooks
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November 25, 2017 - October 28, 2018
The cheerless cold of the Northland sky hung in thin strips of gray fog against the dull edges that formed the peaks of the solitary mountain of pitted blackness that was the castle of the Warlock Lord.
Could this sentence be any longer?
only to lose it through an unforgivable failure to recognize the truth.
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