'I saw foul hordes of people, each clutching a fabric bag, dripping with stench, awkward, twised and loud. I wondered where they were going - but, alas, I already knew. They were stepping forth again to trounce the land I lived upon. My wandering days were soon to be over. I would be forced to flee.'
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