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###&@*†=,¨ ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ¨,=†*@##
###&@*†=,¨ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ¨,=†*@##
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&*††,¨¨¨¨¨ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ¨¨¨¨¨,††*&
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####&*†=,¨ TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ¨,=†*###
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###&@*†=,¨ SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ¨,=†*@##
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