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| | Book V, Chapter 1: Minas Tirith(tm) |
 | | Minas Tirith had an air of great antiquity and permanence, yet in truth it was year by year falling into decay. |
 | | Pipsqueak learned much from Bererond about Minas Tirith's culture, its nightlife, and its people, and Bererond was pleased to learn that Pipsqueak had connections that might be able to supply much of the Guard's need for fl market drugs and alcohol. |
 | | The wind had died, and the evening was heavy, and for some this made the shock of disappointment too much to bear: first one, and then another of the onlookers sat down where he was and began to cry quietly. |
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