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§%%\«:,,,,           puzzles since then.            ,,,,:«\%%§
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##§%%\«:,,  instead, i've been mindlessly piloting  ,,:«\%%§##
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#§%%\«:,,, care  too   much,  but   i  do.  it's  a ,,,:«\%%§#
§%%\«:,,,,   contaminated golem, this one. purity   ,,,,:«\%%§
%%\«:,,,,, clouded  by  my  echo. afterglow  of  my ,,,,,:«\%%
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