In Umbar, there are whisperings that the dead walk among the living, through some dark means that has torn asunder the fabric between this world and the next.
In the ancient city, millenia older than Minas Tirith or the ruins of Annuminas to the north, another bloody coup has changed the balance of power.
In a beautiful Umbarean garden beneath a full moon, a man and woman meet for an hour of passion. In a village in Harandor a week later, that man meets with a young beggar boy, and gives him a pouch of coin. That young boy joins a Caravan headed north, with a very important message....
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