The Mission 

In the emptiness of stars and sand, in the silence of the moment, when one could barely sense the slow motion of the gears of time, the traveler gazed into the coming night to perceive that the mission was the other stranger, the shadow now emerging upon the mesa, and not the ghosted plaster of the old white adobe building or even the secret letters and pistol he carried in his coat. 

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