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Come on!
:35:05
There're only three of them!
:35:07
It's not the men we fear.
:35:09
It's the evil spirits.
:35:11
Robin of the Hood!
:35:13
Son of a devil worshipper!
:35:16
Your father died a coward...
:35:17
...cursing you and squealing
like a stuck pig!
:35:21
You'll bring no justice
to your father by dying.
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There are your ghosts.
:35:57
Wind chimes.
:35:59
A child's toy put to good use.
:36:03
You scare easily, my painted Moor.
:36:09
This forest has eyes.
:36:12
I swear it.
:36:31
In my dreams alone
have I imagined such a place.
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Then imagine a way to cross it.