A Night on Bald Mountain

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Héctor, who had never camped out in his life before, was entirely unprepared for the nighttime cold of the desert in late spring.  And he had failed as well to anticipate the utter and complete blackness—the blackness of outer space, of nothingness—of the desert . . .

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