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@#&%~~~,,, in the endless winter day, on the ,,,~~~%&#@
###@#&%;~, crystal white plains... we trudge along ,~;%&#@###
##%~,,,,,, the train tracks... themselves slowly ,,,,,,~%##
@#%~~~,,,, snowed over, in the still hours since ,,,,~~~%#@
@@&%%~~~,, the last supply train. ,,~~~%%&@@
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##@#&%;~~, bell-like sounds of the blinding ,~~;%&#@##
#%%%~,,,,, ground. rifles attached to our wrist, ,,,,,~%%%#
#%%~~~,,,, sharing in our bloodstream. my husky, ,,,,~~~%%#
##@#&%;~~, my warm-coffee-in-cold-snow... ,~~;%&#@##
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##@#&%;~~, the first five shots you can spend ,~~;%&#@##
##@#&%;~~, indiscriminately, they hurt but deal no ,~~;%&#@##
##%;~~,,,, long time damage to the shooter. the ,,,,~~;%##
##@#&%;~~, next five you must spend wisely, they ,~~;%&#@##
#@&&;;~,,, will take days to heal. the final five ,,,~;;&&@#
@&%~~~,,,, you must not spend at all. ,,,,~~~%&@
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@##%;~,,,, weeks earlier, in the weak autumn dawn, ,,,,~;%##@
##%;~,,,,, in the blue-gray fog... something is ,,,,,~;%##
##&%;~,,,, burning with a deep crimson flame, ,,,,~;%&##
@#%;~,,,,, untameable by water or wind. ,,,,,~;%#@
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