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It was already dark when they came to
the city. The sky, save for a low bar of sullen crimson overhanging the
low hills to the westward, was overcast. The road along which they had
come glimmered pallidly, stretched behind them broad and straight to
the very edge of the featureless grey plain. Before them, solidly ugly
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