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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, ,,,,,,:%§@
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