North winds blow bears and cold,
from the Iron Hills
of broken stones.
In the east are realms forgotten,
with deeds now
called ancient history.
To the south are the haunted woods,
and mountains halls
of dwarves.
Beyond the western rim of the world,
are the Undying
Lands upon the sea.
But here the Tower arises Godward,
and his Brotherhood
holds Order.
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