He found them standing on a bluff over-looking a flat hollow in the hills perhaps fifty yards square, a space much like the one occupied by the bearded lake, but here holding only the bright patches of coarse reedy grass that warned of marsh.
There was no change to the silence, no help for the slow drift, no lessening of the strain. His death would be slow and deliberate.
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