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It was a dark and stormy night; the needling rain fell in buckets from the black and featureless sky, the darkness veritably crushing the already-weakened will of the young hobbit (for it is of Frodo Baggins that we speak), the twists and turns of his emotions, already strung like an over-tuned piano, barely capable of surviving even a single further setback.