In the bleak light the ruin of the night stood revealed in stark, brutal lucidity.
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The ugly grounds of the compound, its lonely wooden huts, its brown soil and bare hard rocks, were deserted save by the dead.
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Among the litter of pillaging—papers, opened boxes, broken staves, split boards and wire—there lay, sprawled frozen in stiff, grotesque postures, the unsubtle shapes of death, the scattered, contorted, slashed bodies of naked men.
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Some wisps of dust swirled past like animals sniffing about the feet of the bodies.
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A door on one of the sheds, its lock broken, swung loose on its hinges, banging in the wind.
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I walked across the compound and picked up a helmet which lay half hidden in the litter.
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Its straps were broken but they could be knotted together.
In the bleak light the ruin of the night stood revealed in stark, brutal lucidity.
The ugly grounds of the compound, its lonely wooden huts, its brown soil and bare hard rocks, were deserted save by the dead.
Among the litter of pillaging—papers, opened boxes, broken staves, split boards and wire—there lay, sprawled frozen in stiff, grotesque postures, the unsubtle shapes of death, the scattered, contorted, slashed bodies of naked men.
Some wisps of dust swirled past like animals sniffing about the feet of the bodies.
A door on one of the sheds, its lock broken, swung loose on its hinges, banging in the wind.
I walked across the compound and picked up a helmet which lay half hidden in the litter.
Its straps were broken but they could be knotted together.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )