Tales From a Thousand Worlds

Night descended upon them well before they reached the hills. Besides a tiny stream, one that barely trickled across the plains through a much broader creek-bed, they set up camp. Dried and cracked mud, baked by the sun, and smooth worn stones marked where it had once flowed much stronger and deeper, but, like the rest of the countryside, it too had suffered from the prolonged drought.

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