The Apocalypse Hoarder
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For a brief moment, she seemed to reclaim the authority she once commanded outside these walls.
"First item," she declared. "Praise the organization."
She began the song, and the hall followed.
"With the light of the rising sun, we ignite West Ridge's dream.
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, we face the snow, the wind, the storm.
With our burning hope, we light West Mountain's strength.
You and me, me and you, together we build new glory.
Dreams fulfilled, passion released, we embrace the brilliance of the next moment.
Dreams fulfilled, hot blood flying, we ride the waves, we set sail together."