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Ancient Muse Arise

Too long darkness has reigned in Durin’s halls: “The world is grey, the mountains old The forge’s fire is ashen-cold No harp is wrung, no hammer falls The darkness dwells in Durin’s halls” But no longer. After too long a…

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Lazarus Grain

Wire strung harps lying in state in the “tomb.” Finishing oil diluted with mineral spirits has been applied to seal the wood. In a way it is a fool’s errand because the wood will transpire moisture no matter what finish…

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