Excerpt: He wanted to cry for no reason. He once left his hometown willfully and sang with his sword wantonly in the corner of the world. He was invincible on the battlefield of Mordor, just like a drifting boat in the torrent of history, but he knew that no matter when he wanted to stop wandering, there would always be a place that would always accept him.
But one day when he looked back, that place was still there, but the lonely figure on the throne had disappeared. No one will wait for him anymore.
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