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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 ...###....
...#..#... 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 .......#.#
##......#. WHERE  THE  MACHINES   WHO  MADE   THESE #........#
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...###.... 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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