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He pushedhimself to his feet with an effort. They were both hard, tough men,recognizing it in each other. Each breath was fresh agony as it stretched the torn muscles andligaments of his chest and burned the soft tissue of his lungs. Stop that, child.

With his hunter's vision he had picked outthe distant stack of the factory boilerhouse. The man wore only aloincloth of animal skin. His fingers were like iron spikes. That is correct.