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... rough the mire, weaving deeper into the shadowy folds of the Trollshaws.
The python, as it turned out, was quite the chatterbox, and famished. It kept casting sideways glances at Gandalf with unsettling frequency, mumbling in Parseltongue about how tender old men probably were, and how just a nibble wouldn't be too much to ask.
Although Gandalf couldn't understand Parseltongue, his instincts told him enough.
At last, he chuckled. "Sylas," he asked lightly, "why do I get t ...
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