Map Albonia and Svaltwoond common border

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Forgot to mark the Zeppelin graveyard, sorry, it's around where Fusel's grandad ditched his shot up Nifferpult 109.

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  1. Anonymous12:51 am

    Embarassingly, I'm starting to follow the story. If this is one of the ones that you do that have no proper ending, it will be. . . well, it will be one of the ones with no proper ending.

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  2. Archange7:58 pm

    I don't whether it has a ending yet. Tell when I get back.

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