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The Spearfisher worshiped nightly in his solitary temple. Perhaps tonight he would spear the giant beast? Could he force the earth gods to impart their bounty? No...these gifts must be freely given.
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Framed by jungle trees the birds circled.
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The lonely island beckons.
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Palm trees form my prison.
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The volcano spewed cold frost.
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The volcano blew red hot death in our direction.
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Who dared to climb Mt. Vesper? The villagers rarely spoke of those who tried and failed. To do so only disturbed the resting spirits.
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