![]() ![]() Somewhere ahead, it waited for him-the nexus of Time, the nexus of Size. Rolands musings on the social state of his lost civilisation.Hollow grandeur in place of true passions which might once have built kingdoms and sustained them. ![]() ![]() An occasional tombstone sign pointed the way, for once the drifted track that cut its way through the thick crust of alkali had been a highway. It was white and blinding and waterless and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death.
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