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if you get into any trouble, I'll come with everything I can put into
the air."

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    IX

Barathrum was a grim land, naked black and gray. Spines and crags of
bare rock jutted up, lava-flows like black glaciers twisting among them.
It was split by faults and fissures, pimpled with ash-cones. Except for
the seabirds that nested among the cliffs and the few thin patches of
green where seeds windblown from the mainland had taken root, it was as
lifeless as when some ancient convulsion had thrust it up from the sea,
Barathrum was a dead Inferno, untenanted even by the damned; by
comparison, the Badlands seemed lushly fertile.