Their path blends into another well maintained way set with a pale and silty stone which gleams in the murky under-light.
Here abreast the road, distempering plinths and eerie way-markers take shape from out the ragged edge of unending twilight.
Of every conceivable cut and configuration, from diminutive stacks of gingerly polished pebbles, to great leaning and mossy spires, chased in greening copper and chiseled with admonitions in unremembered tongues.