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Jonal Turamarth 35/78 54/56
Reacting to this building fear, Jonal clenched his hands into tight fists, ready to pound his frustrations into whatever presented itself to him first. He saw no reason to sit still in the dark, so he naturally began to walk towards the light...remembering a song he had heard long ago...how did it go?
The light at the end of your tunnel,
is just a freight train coming your way...
He did not exactly know what this meant, but it sounded like bad news.
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