The morning of the battle was now nearer than ever before. The night was ending fast and the gates of Minas Tirith, the city of Kings, were closed.
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He heard some thuds in the eerie silence of dawn. As soon as he turned around, he saw an orc running towards him, and then darkness.
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They waited for what seemed like eternity. No army came. No one. Not a single soul. Some said that it was a trick while others said that the mighty army of Mordor had retreated. The truth was known by none.
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It is now Day 1. With 20 alive, it takes 11 for a lynch.
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