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Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. Wood cut him short by stating his intention of crossing the river as soon as possible in order to avoid the storm.
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