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Denali Conjuring what was left of resources, We entered the grave indifference of the day. Bludguning our way through the undergrowth, and inane senses of foward. The cool blanket covering the hills before us... Enticing the adventurer to climb further still... The blue-grey clouds concieved of thin air Grow ever more powerful in thier spectre appearance. Till we are overtook on the mountainside, And enveloped in a world which secrets it shares only with us... |
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