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"BreakInTheHill.Lytton.0"

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Something about the dull black sheen of emptiness striated near-vertically through the hillside caused Jonathan's cautiously calculating mind to overflow with errors, and brought a chill to his skin, which, if the chill hadn't then crept straight to his straining heart and robbed the very breath from his lungs, he might have appreciated, with the overbearing sun slowly processing his not-quite-excess H2O into a vapor not unlike what remained of his thought processes.