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Frodo swallowed. “Go away. Leave us alone.”

Then, as suddenly as a snuffed candle, Gollum’s demeanor changed. He cowered, whimpering. “But we can help. Yes, precious. Show you the secret way into the Black Land. Past the gates. Past the Eye. Gollum knows paths that were old when Sauron was a mewling spirit.”

Frodo looked down at his empty left hand—where Gollum’s fingertip had brushed his skin—and saw a single, fading scale of cold. SneakyOne.Gollums-precious.1.var

Sam stirred. “Mister Frodo? You all right?”

The Shire was dark, not with the wholesome black of a summer night, but with the oily, creeping gloom that had bled out of Mordor. Frodo felt the weight of the Ring like a cold, contracting fist around his soul. Sam was asleep, his breathing a soft, trustworthy rhythm against a mossy root. Frodo swallowed

Gollum’s face split into a grin so wide it looked like a wound.

Frodo didn’t know what “point var” meant. But he felt it in the Ring’s weight. A version number. A countdown. And somewhere in the dark, Gollum was laughing without sound. He cowered, whimpering

Frodo should have said no. He knew it. Every instinct from the Shire screamed trickery . But the Ring whispered otherwise. Use him. He’s broken. You can control the broken.

Watching.