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The Albatross

        Long she knelt in the white dust of the ages, until the stars spun in their spheres to the first cold light of dawn. At last she rose, and with eyes unfocused, and little expectation of comfort or answer she climbed the stairs, leaving behind the stale air.

        Above her an albatross swooped low, and she looked up, startled. Eärendil’s star glittered, more brilliant by far than ever she had seen it—strangely bright—seeming to warm the grey light of dawn in its gleam.

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