(With each word, the books, the shelves, the aisle come into better focus. His other senses are telling him that this is no trick for he can smell the pages and the leather of aged tomes. Shakily, he turns from the shelf and focuses on Maglor; the sight of his brother looking so strained and so pale sends his heart plummeting.)
It felt so real... I thought you meant to bind me.
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It felt so real... I thought you meant to bind me.