Early dawn breaks like a brilliant bandit across the village of Bree. Light scatters in a million particles over the thatched roof dwellings. The warmth of the morning burns off the sluggishness of night. Ten thousand mornings have been just as similar as this one. Every one just as miraculous and mysterious as the one before. The flaming ball of orange will fall behind the horizon again this evening as the heat of the day gives way to the cool of the night. Most will not notice the miracle, yet a few will bask in the splendor and wonder of a day.
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