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#189
As darkness falls, the mute treks along the highway, backpack slung over his shoulder. | He shuffles slowly, as is his wont. Gazing straight ahead. No time to admire the views, just more walking. | To be fair, the views were rather limited by the encroaching darkness, but had it been midday and blazing sunshine, they still held no interest for him. He forces himself to pick up his feet, the rapidity of his thoughts translating into action.
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