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We fought on the frontier. The lush forest became a labyrinth, laying the groundwork for our tombs. Food was scarce, water deprived, and the shelter, hollow as our bones.
What sayeth thou o' wise confidant, You old self-Omni-potent fool; Believeth in the ways of the scholar yet thou hath cast out, All faith all reason for such frivolous worldly attires.
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