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##§§§*^~,, I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ,,~^*§§§##
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#@#§§*^~,, INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ,,~^*§§#@#
§*^^,,,,,, A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ,,,,,,^^*§
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@@#§§*^~,, THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ,,~^*§§#@@
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@@#§§*^~,, TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ,,~^*§§#@@
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