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Dust and Echoes Dust and EchoesDust. As Dak stood at the top of pile of the sandy substance, he again cursed the material that seemed to dominate this ancient city. As he turned his helmeted head, his shoulder-mounted camera hummed and mirrored his movements, eager to snap images and video of the surrounding ruins. The civilization that had dominated this planet, while primitive by his kind's standards, were the oldest and most advanced known in the universe.Scans from orbit had indicated that the air was breathable, but some areas had extremely high concentrations of radiation. Here, however, there appeared to
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