User:A Helpful Little Gnome/Epi1FW14
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Ingame
You are in a field. Spindly weeds barely keep their heads afloat above submerged areas. The air smells wet and somewhat digestive. Blocking the way south is a 9-foot-tall chain-link fence, crowned with rolls of barbed wire.
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Epilogue