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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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