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@@@#*^/»~. i follow the tire tracks west. they go .~»/^*#@@@
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@*/~...... incredible power bound there... there's ......~/*@
###@*^/»~. a wire fence to separate the two roads. .~»/^*@###
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##@#*^/»~. the air, the path i follow is glowing. .~»/^*#@##
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#@*/~..... where the machines who made these .....~/*@#
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