Day 5: Anger

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We stand on fresh soil, loose, crumbling beneath our feet. Further below, we hear the soft sounds of the dark lords that reside in the centre of the east. They sigh softly, the action making the ground rumble, before crying silent tears at being left alone for so long. We stand above them, listen to them, and hope that were too, do not suffer a similar fate. 

This has been, traffic.

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