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He reached with shaking hands into his coat pocket fumbling for the matches and cigarettes. He fumbled around his numb fingers barely able to grab fondle the damned thing out. Placing the stale tobacco between his teeth he lit it and breathed in slowly feeling the smoke sting his lungs. He stood working the stiffness out of his legs as he surveyed his surroundings, realizing his adventure was over and he had only a boring death to look forward to. Years later as he lay quietly in his bed listening to the silence he would look fondly back on the memory of the sound of gravel and dirt crunching under his boots.