The baleful damsel, child of the midnight road, ground the the gravel under small feet; coils of steam charged from her gaping nostrils as from the funnel of a freight train engine; dew of exertion dripped like melting snow from the ends of her hair as it heaved like a fish on dry land. She came on, rigid and destructive, a pale boulder pinned under a moving glacier, an inexorable stylus marking a grooved line on the bones of the countryside. I let the child pass, the baleful thing passed me by then on that midnight road.
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