The
lad, trussed beneath the armpits, was readied first. In a
moment, his bulk was a spot on the light. The long wait was
passed in clearing the ropes and examining the father. The
dead torches stank among the broken cords. They must have
burned too much of the air, incapacitated the men with hungry
licking up their oxygen, and given them altitude sickness
in a hole in the ground.
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