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- <html><body>Soul Urn:<br>
- A voice emanates from the urn:<br>
- "I understand. Yes, Dorothy... I hesitate to give her the treasure I worked so hard for... But what difference does it make? I'm dead... Tell her to put some flowers on my grave... The treasure is in the warehouse. The password is..."<br>
- The urn goes silent...
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