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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... ##@#*^^».,
,,.»^^*#@# #@#*^^».,,
,.»^^*#@## 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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