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... olded his wings, plunging into the abyss beneath Durin's Bridge.
The chasm was no dwarven carving but a natural wound in the mountain, a rift so deep that even the long-lived Khazâd had never measured its depth. Black as pitch, it seemed bottomless. The wind roared past in icy currents, cutting at their faces as they fell.
No one could say how long the descent lasted, minutes, hours, or longer. Darkness pressed in so tightly that even Sylas could barely see his own hand. Only Sma ...
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