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"Aaakk!" Said Turatamo in pain, while clutching the arm he used to stab Golmag. "What is it? Let me see." Said Galad. The Maiar removed the gauntlet from Turatamo's arm, and was rather shocked by what he saw. The veins visible on Turatamo's wrist and lower arm should have been a bluish color, and the skin a peach like hue. But the veins were black, and the skin was grayish. "I have not seen such an injury in a long time, a long time." Said Galad, grimly. "What is it?" Asked Arahad. "A curse. One that is cast upon any who wound a foe who is pure evil, unless they are as stern as steel. There are only a few beings left as evil as is needed. The eight remaining Nazgul, and Golmag is probably one as well. If it is not lifted, Turatamo will die. I don't like admitting such things, but... I actually don't know how to lift the spell." Said Galad. "Wait... I think I may have seen this ailment before, during The War of the Ring! I know where Turatamo can be healed!" Said Arahad. "Where?!" Asked Anduadan excitedly. "You're not going to like it. The only place where such knowledge is kept is... Gondor. In the Citadel of King Elessar and the Houses of Healing." Said Arahad.