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>wait
Time passes. >north You begin moving away to the a thread to the north, but some inner urge keeps drawing you back to this place. You feel that you simply cannot leave your work here unfinished. >listen You sit completely still. You think you can hear just the faintest cries of "save me! save me!" coming weakly from the FBC forum. Or was that only your imagination?
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