He slumbers deep within his lair, his fires banked so that the barest wisp of smoke coils lazily from his nostrils. The Palantir rests above him on a rocky ledge, cold and dark as a globe of onyx, sleeping perhaps itself; but wait, all is not quiescent within that darkling orb. If any were there to see, to dare to peer into those inky, clutching
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