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that same warmth. It will not be long before the sons of my stars come raging and roaring up the side of this hill, clearing the rocks and the earth, and the moss and whatsoever is on the hill. And yet the warmth was pleasant."
His spine twisted him with a shiver. "If there were water here," he said, "it would be turned into stone by the cold."
All of a sudden one of the women fell to howling and beating her breasts; and the
