For nothing is evil in the beginning. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
For nothing is evil in the beginning. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
For nothing is evil in the beginning. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
For nothing is evil in the beginning. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
For nothing is evil in the beginning. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
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For nothing is evil in the beginning.

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
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