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West and south were directions. I couldn't see that far across them due to the uneven terrain and biting mist.
I asked Faw where Pandora's car was. He responded, sadly, "Its insurance policy ran out. So it blew up."
I walked south. And found myself at what looked to be a medieval blacksmithy, carved out of ice. A thin man in a parka was sitting in front of it, carving a pie out of ice. On seeing me he called out, "Hello, stranger."
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