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###@%*^~-¨ ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ¨-~^*%@###
###@%*^~-¨ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ¨-~^*%@###
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#@@%%*^~-¨ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ¨-~^*%%@@#
###@%*^~-¨ WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ¨-~^*%@###
@%%*^--¨¨¨ TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ¨¨¨--^*%%@
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###@%*^~-¨ 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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