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Brown Corpus
Above, the glowing ivory baton of their searchlight pointed at the clouds, diluting the valley's dark to a pallid light.
Then the figures which held his attention became a group of shattered trees, standing like the grotesques of a medieval damnation scene.
Even so, he could not ease the tension of his body ; ;
the rough surface of the earth itself seemed to resist every attempt on his part to relax.
Sensing the unseen presence of the other men in the patrol, he felt mutely united to these nine near-strangers sharing this pinpoint of being with him.
He sensed something precious in the perilous moment, something akin to the knowledge gained on his bicycle trip through the French countryside, a knowledge imprisoned in speechlessness.
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