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##@¤*/~:,, in  the   endless  winter  day,  on  the ,,:~/*¤@##
###@¤*/~:, 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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