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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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