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... ... It’s getting late. Let’s make camp here."
Gazing at the windbreak of stone ahead, Charles exhaled deeply and glanced west. The orange sun now hovered just above the horizon and would soon slip away.
There was still some daylight left, and the party’s energy remained high. Yet if they pressed on and failed to find another spot like this for camp, they’d be forced to scramble for shelter in the dark—a mistake best avoided.
With late autumn upon them, night fell early an ...
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