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You can read it both ways, I wearΝΎ One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
What breaks on the water but never on the land?
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?