Placeholder: Alice, a weary figure, traverses the intricate maze of politics. Her campaign, feeble and echoing against the void, strives in vain. A tapping, an enigmatic presence, disrupts her contemplation. The enigmatic walrus materializes, an ominous specter, taunting her ambitions. "Nevermore," it utters, a haunting refrain of despair. Alice, ensnared in the relentless cycle of questioning and desolation, finds no respite. The walrus, perched upon the bust of Pallas, an emblem of her torment. In the end, Alice, a weary figure, traverses the intricate maze of politics. Her campaign, feeble and echoing against the void, strives in vain. A tapping, an enigmatic presence, disrupts her contemplation. The enigmatic walrus materializes, an ominous specter, taunting her ambitions. "Nevermore," it utters, a haunting refrain of despair. Alice, ensnared in the relentless cycle of questioning and desolation, finds no respite. The walrus, perched upon the bust of Pallas, an emblem of her torment. In the end,

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Alice, a weary figure, traverses the intricate maze of politics. Her campaign, feeble and echoing against the void, strives in vain. A tapping, an enigmatic presence, disrupts her contemplation. The enigmatic walrus materializes, an ominous specter, taunting her ambitions. "Nevermore," it utters, a haunting refrain of despair. Alice, ensnared in the relentless cycle of questioning and desolation, finds no respite. The walrus, perched upon the bust of Pallas, an emblem of her torment. In the end,

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