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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: and cramp and chill. The storm wore away as desultorily as it
had come, and the long night set in. There were times when
Duane thought he was paralyzed, others when he grew sick,
giddy, weak from the strained posture. The first paling of the
stars quickened him with a kind of wild joy. He watched them
grow paler, dimmer, disappear one by one. A shadow hovered
down, rested upon the river, and gradually thickened. The
bonfire on the bluff showed as through a foggy veil. The
watchers were mere groping dark figures.
Duane, aware of how cramped he had become from long inaction,
began to move his legs and uninjured arm and body, and at
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