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Brick by brick
our guard goes up, and we peek over the embattlements with watchful eyes to see who may try to knock them down. Meanwhile the outsiders are among us, learning the walls' weaknesses from within, laughing at us as we fight unseen foes and build our massive walls that have already been penetrated, trapping us inside as well.
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