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Will Ye page 15
Upon hearing this tale, Sourjack was silent, thinking of what it must have been like for her to have been trapped on Mount Doom for five hundred years with no one to speak to, aside from the brave men who lost their lives in pursuit of a treasure which they had not discovered to have been herself. "Don’t look like that, my dear Sourjack, for my time of being entrapped on Mount Doom is at an end -- though I look forward to being entangled by your embrace." He didn’t let that lovely imp wait for very long to have her second wish
fulfilled. The End
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