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By day the sun cast a wan maroon gloom across the land: by night all was dark and still, with only a few pale stars to post the old constellations. Time went at a languid pace, without purpose or urgency, and folk made few long-range plans.
- Jack Vance, the opening of "Fader's Waft," second of three stories in Rhialto the Marvelous, p.609 in the Tales of the Dying Earth omnibus
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