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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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