As you consider this, a light flares in the darkness about a hundred yards away. It dims down to a red coal, about head-height, then moves downward, deliberately.
Whoever they are, they aren't afraid to be seen. Or smelled. They're smoking.
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As you consider this, a light flares in the darkness about a hundred yards away. It dims down to a red coal, about head-height, then moves downward, deliberately.
Whoever they are, they aren't afraid to be seen. Or smelled. They're smoking.