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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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......-~:* THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. *:~-......
.......-~: A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD :~-.......
........-~ WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ~-........
.........- TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. -.........
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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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