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##@§%^\»:, I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ,:»\^%§@##
##@§%^\»:, PARALLEL WITH THE RAILROAD, WITH ITS ,:»\^%§@##
###@§%\»:, ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ,:»\%§@###
#§^»»»»,,, INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ,,,»»»»^§#
##@§%^\»:, A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ,:»\^%§@##
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##@§%^\»:, EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO ,:»\^%§@##
§%^^\\::,, THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ,,::\\^^%§
###§%^\»:, A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ,:»\^%§###
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##@§%^\»:, WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS ,:»\^%§@##
#@@§%^\»:, SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ,:»\^%§@@#
##@§%^\»:, SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ,:»\^%§@##
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##@§%^\»:, I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ,:»\^%§@##
##@§%^\»:, YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ,:»\^%§@##
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