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They rode south, across the dusty salt flats, mountains in the distance to the right, the bright, hot plain to their left so vast and far they could see the planet’s faint curve through the shimmering heat. Their mounts plodded on, snuffled and sneezed the salt dust from their nostrils. The riders kept their hats low, rags doubled over and tied across their faces.