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The flaming wreckage falls deep
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within the forest's heart.
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The bright flash, and deafening boom
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that follow tell you your job here
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is through. Your skills have earned
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you the respect of many, including even
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the most hardened critics. The enemy
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will now be vigilant and prepared in
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honor of your growing reputation. This
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is the thought that disturbs you most.
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