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The Tower
One by one they are fitted into place as stones that proved resistant even to such things as the might of the great red dragon that fruitlessly sought to damage the tower are shaped with skill and ease by these dark-skinned dwarves. The small cleared space within which they work assumes the aspect of a grim courtyard.
There has been no movement by the heroes since the dramatic bursting forth of light in the Ravine. And here the Giants keep silent vigil over their captives and the labors of the dwarves and the only sound is the singing of the stonecutters:
And it’s go, boys, go!
They’ll time your every breath.
And every day you’re in this place
you’re two days nearer death.
But you gooooooooooooooo!
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