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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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