I closed my eyes and was whisked away. At my feet, a pile of embers crackled, and the pale face of a full moon watched over me from the south. In the silver light, I recognized the looming plateau of the Grand Mesa jutting from the high desert. I was alone, yet the music was louder than before; emanating from every aspect of the terrain, the melody carr…
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