THE RAGGED BAND
They were a concourse of wretchedness, those men riding in the back of the wagon. Strangers to each other, nonetheless it had been a peculiarity of fate that each of them had a common destination, if uncommon origin. The driver of the wagon, an elderly man with long gray hair...
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