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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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.........^ WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS ^.........
.......... 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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