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| Through the desolate lands of the land that was once a great city I walk day and night. | |
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| Fighting a faceless enemy I cannot hope to beat, I wander aimlessley in the hope of inspiration in my quest. | |
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| Alright, you can come back inside, just stop muttering to yourself! | |
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