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A wind began to blow, and he shivered. With all his strength he tried to hold and to understand the mood that had come upon him. In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. “I have come to this lonely place, and here is this other,” was the substance of the thing thought.
Which word best describes the style of the story?