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#@#§†«^,,, ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ,,,^«†§#@#
##@#§†«^,, INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ,,^«†§#@##
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#§†«^,,,,, A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ,,,,,^«†§#
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#@#§†«^,,, SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ,,,^«†§#@#
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