Water black as the coal mined from the depths of hell. Percolating up from the ground like a devil’s stale coffee, amongst trees bare like metal hangers for the wardrobe of death. And though the murk and the gray, and beneath a sky so clouded as to obscure the souls of all men, the boy and the man walked on.
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Water black as the coal mined from the depths of hell. Percolating up from the ground like a devil’s stale coffee, amongst trees bare like metal hangers for the wardrobe of death. And though the murk and the gray, and beneath a sky so clouded as to obscure the souls of all men, the boy and the man walked on.
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