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My Inner Wormtongue

Gríma, son of Gálmód was Théoden’s chief staff. Those of us who are familiar with bureaucratic organizations are likely to read through that line and fill in the missing word, “of” and never notice that it wasn’t there. Others may … Continue reading

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