This was the first of the sorrows of Turin. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
This was the first of the sorrows of Turin. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
This was the first of the sorrows of Turin. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
This was the first of the sorrows of Turin. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
This was the first of the sorrows of Turin. — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
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This was the first of the sorrows of Turin.

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin
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