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A cry from Celie turned his gaze from the broad white trail of ice that was the Coppermine, and as he looked she pointed eagerly toward a huge pinnacle of rock that rose like an oddly placed cenotaph out of the unbroken surface of the plain.
Blake grunted out a laugh in his beard and his eyes lit up with an unpleasant fire as they rested on her flushed face.