coming in for a quiet lie down in dark cell.

I think the real (but imitation) last word might still be where I hid it up on the ramparts, after grabbing it from it's journey in a bag going away a few pages ago.
It's very windy, very wet, and dark up there, but if anyone feels like rescuing it, they'll need foul weather clothes, and a torch - look behind a brick in the ramparts that's been removed and replaced.

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I keep reading 'The Lord of the Rings' over and over. I guess it's just force of hobbit.