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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. ¨~»**@@@##
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@**»»~¨¨¨¨ 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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@***»¨¨¨¨¨ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¨¨¨¨¨»***@
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