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You slowly approach the Fire Fern. It entices you, drawing you ever forward. It's beautiful...you can't get it out of your site. You stand before it, then look left and right, to make sure Falcon isn't watching. You reach out your hand and feel the red, firey leaves of the plant. "Ouch!" You draw your hand back and look at your finger. Sticking out of it is a long, yellow thorn. You slowly drift out of conciousness....|
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