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"This is yours, Palin, as was promised," the spectre said,
handing the staff to the young mage.
Reaching out, Palin took hold of the staff with a shaking
hand. At his touch, the crystal on the top flared into light,
blazing with a cool, clear radiance, filling the dark room
with a bright, silvery light.
"A gift from the true Master of the Tower. With it," the
spectre added in its chill tones, "goes his blessing."
The white eyes lowered in reverence, then they were
gone.
Holding the staff in his hand, Palin looked wonder-ingly
at his father.
Blinking rapidly, Caramon smiled through his tears.
"Let's go home," he said quietly, putting his arm around his
son.
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