+ ) == "</s>My eyes fly open, and I feel they're engulfed in the Ult L-E as I recite a poem as if someone else is controlling me,\n“Though the clouds darken the sun,\nand the rain becomes tainted,\nalways know there will be\na love that will not die.\nThough hope seems a distant memory,\nand human machines walk the land,\nknow no one can destroy\na love that will not die.”\n\n“What are you babbling about?” the Rogue asks.\nI surface from my unconscious state, and I sit up, stand, walk to the PPK, pick up the gun, and aim it for the Rogue\nWith Tristran's next step he was standing beside a lake, and the candlelight shone brightly on the water; and then he was walking through the mountains, through lonely crags, where the candlelight was reflected in the eyes of the creatures of the high snows; and then he was walking through the clouds, which, while not entirely substantial, still supported his weight in comfort; and then, holding tightly to his candle, he was underground, and the candlelight glinted back at him from the wet cave walls; now he was in the mountains once more; and then he was on a road through wild forest, and he glimpsed a chariot being pulled by two goats, being driven by a woman in a red dress who looked, for the glimpse he got of her, the way Boadicea was drawn in his history books; and another step and he was in a leafy glen, and he could hear the chuckle of water as it splashed and sang its way into a small brook.\n\nHe took another step, but he was still in the"
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