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(Continued from previous page) He bowed low and watched the sun goddess pass below the horizon. In the moon light he walked down the western slope of hill 900 toward hill 1600. It should be along here somewhere, he reasoned. It should be along here. He couldn't look at the map in the rain, but he had every detail memorized. With his eyes closed he could see his position as if he were holding the map in his hand. With each step he calculated his position in paces to the north and paces to the |
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With his eyes closed he could see his position as if he had the map in his hand. |
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Stories Copyright 1999 by Steve Gastineau Update 11/7/99 |