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@@@£%†»,,, ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ,,,»†%£@@@
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@@@£%†»,,, A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ,,,»†%£@@@
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@@@£%†»,,, TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ,,,»†%£@@@
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@@@£%†»,,, SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ,,,»†%£@@@
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