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. He could see the
dark elf, standing next to Caramon, pale face all that was
visible from the shadows of his black robes. Palin could see
his brothers, could see them lift their hands in farewell.
Palin started to raise his, but then Dalamar began chanting,
and it seemed a dark cloud covered the light of Palin's
robes, of Caramon's armor. The darkness grew thicker,
swirling around them until it was so deep that it was a hole
of blackness cut into the shadows of the chamber. Then
there was nothing. The cold, eerie light returned to the
Tower, filling up the gap.
Dalamar, Palin, and Caramon were gone.
The two brothers left behind shouldered their packs and
began the long, strange journey back through the magical
Forest of Wayreth, thoughts of breaking this news to their
red-haired, fiery-tempered, loving mother hanging around
their hearts with the weight of dwarven armor.
Behind them, standing beside the great stone chairs,
Justarius and Dunbar watched in grim silence. Then, each
speaking a word of magic, they, too, were gone, and the
Tower of High Sorcery at Wayreth was left to its shadows,
only memories walked the halls.
CHAPTER FIVE
"'He came in the middle of a still, black night,'" Dalamar
said softly. " The only moon in the sky was one his eyes
alone could see.'" The dark elf glanced at Palin from the
depths of the black hood that covered his head
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