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,,..~*@&&# I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO #&&@*~..,,
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,,,,,~*&&¶ ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ¶&&*~,,,,,
,,...~*@&# 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. ##¶&@**~.,
,.~**@&¶## A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ##¶&@**~.,
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,.~**@@&&& WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS &&&@@**~.,
,.~**@&¶## SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ##¶&@**~.,
,.~**@&¶## 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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