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«^........ I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ........^«
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†*«^...... ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ......^«*†
$†*«^..... INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S .....^«*†$
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