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Pattern #1
"So
ran the wild beast to the clearing, muscled legs bending and stretching, over
rugged hills, about grey leaning pines, reaching the unclouded sky, and solemn
silver birches, atop the sharp crags, the beast's feet carrying it with speed,
the animal sprinting forth out into the light."
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Pattern #2
"Dark
caves opened up, moss clinging to the cold rock, moisture collecting along the
uneven floor, the coalescing drops of life which dripped from the jagged
ceiling, from the sparse half-living vegetation, that held tight in the
lightless winding tunnels."
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