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Five figures wandered slowly over the blighted land. Bits of it
were dullish grey, bits of it dullish brown, the rest of it
rather less interesting to look at. It was like a dried-out
marsh, now barren of all vegetation and covered with a layer of
dust about an inch thick. It was very cold.
Zaphod was clearly rather depressed about it. He stalked off by
himself and was soon lost to sight behind a slight rise in the
ground.
The wind stung Arthur's eyes and ears, an |
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