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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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