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                                        I stalled in the rich snow of the outskirts, and somewhere before the transition they poured boiling water from pipes onto the snow and there was mud instead of a snowdrift, and I stepped on it. I got confused again through the snowdrifts and jumped out to the orange men scraping the passage. After that I found myself at the bell.