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......~~** I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO **~~......
.....~~**$ PARALLEL WITH THE RAILROAD, WITH ITS $**~~.....
....~~**$¤ ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ¤$**~~....
...~~**$¤@ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S @¤$**~~...
..~~**$¤@# A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. #@¤$**~~..
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..~~**$¤@# EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO #@¤$**~~..
...~~**$¤@ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. @¤$**~~...
....~~**$¤ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ¤$**~~....
.....~~**$ WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE $**~~.....
......~~** TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. **~~......
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.........~ 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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