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opened up the
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beautiful blue sky
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morgue blue, picturesque
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... caskets in rows ...
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rising almost 10,000
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count; all empty
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... but ready, waiting ...
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Extraterrestrial flying caskets
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. nobody knows what
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... gravitational mechanism engaging.
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The isolated Albaeria
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spasms with hystaeria
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as wrongdoers stare
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... with bloodshot eyes ...
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at lower, safer
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seemingly; but not
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... unforgiving resting places ...
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but, simply holes
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. Whose responsibility is ...
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Albaeria? Is a
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long contemplated Word
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... representing more than
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simplistic earlier visions
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natural-born killer?"
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No! The truth
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... sets you free.
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Holes become bridges
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Tvepnizis, squid mutant
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... slavers his lips ...
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the good leave
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