The gaunt man led the way. At his heels, doggedly, came the two short ones, fagged, yet uncomplaining; all of them drenched to the skin by the chill rain that swirled through the Gap, down into the night-ridden valley below. Sky was never so black. Days of incessant storm had left it impenetrably overcast. These men trudged-or stumbled-along the slippery road which skirted the mountain's base. Soggy, unseen farm lands and gardens to their left, Stygian...
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