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(No problem. Also, to Dasleo: BROMANIGUL! SILENCE HIS SCREAMS!)

As Sauron collapsed on a cot in the main gallery of the cave, which had been designated as the barracks of what the Fireteam referred to as Forward Operating Base Glacier, his mind filled with images from his time-switch back to 1944. The death and the dying, and over it all, a dark cloud...

The Darkness.

Sauron, despite his robotic nature, fell into fitful sleep, the screams of many an enemy and a friend echoing in his dreams.