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@¶@*%†-.¨¨ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ¨¨.-†%*@¶@
¶@*%†-.¨¨¨ A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ¨¨¨.-†%*@¶
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#@¶@*%†-.¨ TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ¨.-†%*@¶@#
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*%†-.¨¨¨¨¨ SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ¨¨¨¨¨.-†%*
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