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With the winds came clouds, and with the clouds came
rain - torrents of rain washing over a ravaged land, rain and
more rain, scouring channels and gullies in the sediment
among the tumbled stones.
The rains came and went and came again, and between
storms the ravaged land lay in silence.
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On a caprock hillside, where scoured stone rose in
stacked layers above the climbing slopes, evening light
made a patchwork of shadows, hiding indentations in the
stone cliffs, camouflaging them from prying eyes. Here on
the south face of the cliff, low in its surface, one of those
somber shadows might have seemed slightly different from
those around it, to the practiced eye - darker and deeper,
the opening of a cavern that opened to other caverns
beyond.
Screened from view by jutting rock, the spot was just
the sort of place the combined clans of Bulp had been
seeking for weeks - a place that could be This Place until it
was time to move on to Another Place.
And, seeking it, they had found it and moved right in.
Furtively, they entered, scouted around, were satisfied, and
reported the find to their leader.
With great ceremony, then, His Royalness Gorge III,
Highbulp by Choice and Lord Protector of This Place and
Who Knew How Many Other Places, made his own brief
tour of inspection, strutting here and there, looking at this
and that, muttering under his breath and in general behaving
like a Highbulp.
Various of his subjects trailed after him, occasionally
stumbling over one another
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