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The course of the river
A river dragged a course through the sun-faded landscape, led by its silvery tongue, under canopies of trees warped and bent. Loops and whorls of barbed bushes fragmented the order of the banks.
The pair of men silently walked past the steel ruin of a car. Its oc- cupant lay on the bonnet in a dried, brittle display.
Jethro took a watch from the corpse and held it to his ear. He grinned at his brother.
“Work?” Trev asked. “Aye. It’s a tickin’.”
“’Owt else in there?”
They searched the interior and left with a book to build a fire.
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