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«:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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#@@@%;«:¨¨ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ¨¨:«;%@@@#
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#@@@%;«:¨¨ WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ¨¨:«;%@@@#
@@@%;«:¨¨¨ TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ¨¨¨:«;%@@@
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