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@.@..@.@.@ Crystal White Plains... We Trudge Along @..@.@.@@.
@.@.@@.@.. The Train Tracks... Themselves Slowly @.@@.@..@.
@.@..@.@.@ Snowed Over, In The Still Hours Since @..@.@.@@.
@.@.@@.@.. The Last Supply Train. @.@@.@..@.
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@.@.@@.@.. Bell-Like Sounds Of The Blinding @.@@.@..@.
@.@..@.@.@ Ground. Rifles Attached To Our Wrist, @..@.@.@@.
@.@.@@.@.. Sharing In Our Bloodstream. My Husky, @.@@.@..@.
@.@..@.@.@ My Warm-Coffee-In-Cold-Snow... @..@.@.@@.
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@.@..@.@.@ The First Five Shots You Can Spend @..@.@.@@.
@.@.@@.@.. Indiscriminately, They Hurt But Deal No @.@@.@..@.
@.@..@.@.@ Long Time Damage To The Shooter. The @..@.@.@@.
@.@.@@.@.. Next Five You Must Spend Wisely, They @.@@.@..@.
@.@..@.@.@ Will Take Days To Heal. The Final Five @..@.@.@@.
@.@.@@.@.. You Must Not Spend At All. @.@@.@..@.
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@.@.@@.@.. Weeks Earlier, In The Weak Autumn Dawn, @.@@.@..@.
@.@..@.@.@ In The Blue-Gray Fog... Something Is @..@.@.@@.
@.@.@@.@.. Burning With A Deep Crimson Flame, @.@@.@..@.
@.@..@.@.@ Untameable By Water Or Wind. @..@.@.@@.
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