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- (The hammer falls right through his hand onto the ground. It breaks with a thud.)<br>
- Ghost of the Ancient Railroad Engineer:<br>
- Oh, wow! I can't hold it! I can't hold it!<br>
- I thought I could hold at least this hammer if nothing else! My own good hammer, and I have no hand to hold it...<br>
- Well, there is nothing I can do about it. My last hope is dashed. All I can do is wait here for Shilen's call...<br>
- One last favor, living one: could you <font color="LEVEL">please go to the Trolley Ruins and meet my friend for me?</font> I am too weak to go see him now.
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