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Dec 19, 2007 19:23

On one end of the town, near where the pond stood, air bent, and twisted, and split, and a man with white hair, and wearing a robe, belted tight with pouched along it, and carrying a staff, walked through where the air seemed to make a hole.

He smiled, eyes lit with a golden light, and inhaled a breath of air. As he looked around, he took on an even cheerier air, and even bounced up to kick his heels together, like a child.

"It has been a very long time, old girl, a very long time."

Merlin, several millenia in his own timeline after his last visit, had returned to Haurvatat.

streets, faramir, merlin

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