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... north wind of morning.
The woods on either side had thinned to gray pillars and stumps, old trees standing like the last teeth in a dead jaw.
Each time a man took this way, another trunk seemed to lie broken, roots up and bark split. No birds. No fresh ruts but their own.
The road ran pale and powder-dry toward the distant encampment, safe only because whatever had emptied these woods had not come back.
Radeon took in every view they passed, yet no word went betwe ...
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