twith my finger to my freezing lips, but the car pulled ahead and the woman rolled down her window andmotioned to me. And the onyx spire of the mountain toward which Nathan Stack and the shadow thing had moved,all that first day. Together they lay against the earth, fighting to see, fighting to draw breath without filling theirlungs with suffocating death. He walked across the bull pen and sat down with the four other men—all vaguely similar in facialcontent—who lounged around a rough-hewn table-bench combination.
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