A thin line of smoke faintly lit against the night sky was the first
sign of civilization that they had seen in over five months, and when
they saw it they altered their course to head directly for it. There
was no telling what reception they might receive- they were entering
unknown territory- the disposition of the nightside tribes on the
dusk-side of the black winter was unknown. They could be ...
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