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Through a 四角 hole in the 暗い, ジェイコブ walks on the brambles. Not regular brambles, but Million Year Old brambles, which dried out after the last Great Flood, and have just sat here since in the windless 空気. One of the great 失われた treasures of archaeobiology, 失われた to the crunching 足（複） of the unthinking. |
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