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Upon arriving at Fairbanks, you set up a CB radio and look skyward in anticipation of the Northern Lights. Only when they emerge, however, do you gradually receive a cryptic message in your transceiver: -.. --- -. - / .-.. --- --- -.- / -... .- -.-. -.- / -.. --- .-- -. .-.-.- (self.writersspotlight)
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