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He wandered thru the wastelands, a ragged form staggering along. However long he had been out here, he did not know. It seemed forever. The need to go on overwhelmed him. His mind thought of nothing else than what lay ahead unseen, his goal, his reason to keep going. He never turned to look behind him. The further he got away from where he had left, the better. Oh, but the expanse of the land! It…
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