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%^~:¨¨¨¨¨¨ ENDLESS MIRRORS  LOOKING KINDA OILY.  AN ¨¨¨¨¨¨:~^%
^~:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S  ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:~^
~:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ A WIRE  FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:~
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ A  YELLOW-GREEN   MOSS  HAS  TAKEN  HOLD ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ TRACKS  ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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^~:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ SING  BEAUTIFULLY.  THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:~^
%^~:¨¨¨¨¨¨      SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP.       ¨¨¨¨¨¨:~^%
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#@£%^~:¨¨¨   YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE.   ¨¨¨:~^%£@#
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