-- I hung on that windy tree for nine nights wounded by my own spear. I hung to that tree, and no one knows where it is rooted. None gave me food. None gave me drink. Into the abyss I stared until I spied the runes. I seized them up and, howling, fell
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I gave the green tentacle a bowl of wax fruit, and then joined his band
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I hung on that windy tree for nine nights wounded by my own spear.
I hung to that tree, and no one knows where it is rooted.
None gave me food. None gave me drink. Into the abyss I stared
until I spied the runes. I seized them up and, howling, fell
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