Far from the place and in an unmanned portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching that little beyond.
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I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand.
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A moderate incline runs towards the line of Mystery Hill, and down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun, it went on in a rapid succession of flashes as I have never seen.
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Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days almost never protruding neck or among the occasional hills.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.