The Dunes and The Fog Drinkers

The moon is full and there is a winter tilt to the earth. I'm riding a camel named Smoke through an ephemeral river in the desert that looks like a little moon landscape. There isn't any water in the river, only sand. This entire part of the sphere that I'm in is a mystery of...

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