River Dam, agritainment resort.
It was early winter. In the large open space east of the single-story brick houses, a bonfire was burning, its flames flickering in the dark.
A circle of chairs was arranged around the fire. Five or six young men and women sat there, their faces alternately lit and shadowed by the firelight. Not far away, a grilling station had been set up, where a man skillfully flipped skewers with both hands, busy roasting the meat.
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