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The silence of the pine woods lay like a brooding cloak about the soul of Bristol McGrath. The black shadows seemed fixed, immovable as the weight of superstition that overhung this forgotten back-country. Vague ancestral dreads stirred at the back of McGraths mind; for he was born in the pine woods, and sixteen years of roaming about the world had not erased their shadows.