This was the rainy year. Last year had been the dry one, and it would come again. But they wouldn't be here to see it, Captain Louis Carnahan thought. They had seen four dry ones, and now had come the fourth wet one, and soon they would be going home. For them, this was the end of the cycle.
At first they had kept track of the days, checking each one off on their calendars, but the calendars had long since been mingled indistinguishably with the...
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